I turned 16 the summer of 1977. I was an airplane freak with aspirations of being in an aircrew; being a pilot, at least in the military was not at the time possible as I wore glasses.
Going against the feathery haired disco grain at that time I was a member of my high school’s Navy Junior Reserve Officers Training Corps program and a cadet in the local Civil Air Patrol squadron.
Ah, those were heady times indeed with the Cold War going and a busy nearby Air Force base and Naval Air Station that had a variety of aircraft buzzing overhead.
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