My 15 year old son, Shane, went flying in a 1941 Stearman this Labor Day weekend!  As you can imagine, he had a great time.  He said it was the best thing he’d done all summer…then corrected himself and said “no, not this summer…Best thing  ever!

After the flight he was all smiles, despite shivering from the cold.

Shane and Tracy after the flight

When you are 15, 18 seems like a long way off, but as of now, Shane wants to join the  Army and become a helicopter pilot.  Good Luck Kid! (your luck’s been good so far!)