Great memory, Bruce. I remember the trip. The best one for me. Glad you were along.
This picture has a very emotional attachment to it. It was my first time flying with my "new friends", you and dad, and it was the second day and the culmination of 19.5 hours flying to get to Clinton just as the sun breaks through the clouds. Some here talk of Clinton as a "religious" experience. Well that's about what I felt at that moment. It's funny how one picture can bring back that flood of emotion as if you were right there again. Thank you to both of you for that experience.
Enough sap. Back to selling Roberts beauty of a plane! Someone will get a wonderful aircraft, of that I'm sure.