The Logbook Diaries

As a boy, I had always wanted to learn to fly and cannot remember a time when I didn’t have that dream. My father had taken our family to a Confederate Air Force airshow in San Marcos, Texas, complete with the Tora! Tora! Tora! team before my first birthday and perhaps that sparked something. A few years later we moved to San Antonio, where our family lived under one of the flight paths for Randolph