One of the things that has always fascinated me is flying. Very early on I started reading books about the aces of World War I and World War II, and taking my dad’s flying magazines to read at school. Each magazine described things like the new Cessna or Beechcraft or Mooney aircraft, or the latest electronic gizmo that made flying easier and safer. Included in each and every magazine was a section on accidents; terrible, terrible accidents and, needless to say to a young man of 12 or 13, this was the very first thing I read unless they had an article on the planes or pilots of the Vietnam War.
When I turned 14 my dad asked me if I was ready to work to earn flight lessons. Was I ever! And so, my adventures of working for Wright Flyte Service at Pulliam Field in Flagstaff began. In 1966 there were still a plethora of WW II pilots teaching flying around the country and Tex Wright had himself an original P-38 Pacific Theater fighter pilot named Artie Shaw. He treated me as if I was learning to fly a fighter (which was my dream) and had me doing maneuvers and drills to prepare. It was these drills and his constant emphasis on preparation that carried into my law enforcement career. The P-38 twin-engine fighter was a powerhouse and unforgiving if a pilot made a mistake in an emergency. Artie would tell me about a situation that had killed one of friends, like failing to keep a wing up on the side of a failed engine and flying into the ground. Personalizing a tragedy makes the learning powerful and I still remember thinking if I ever flew a P-38 I would keep that wing up when an engine failed.






