Re: Before it was Rare Bear
Back in the long ago times when aviation was still a bit of a rodeo I met the Bearcat. A friend I'd met in school that had been helping the team out encouraged me to "interview", I was not sure why I'd need to interview for a volunteer position probably pushing a broom. I was still in school and barely knew an elevator vs an aileron but I had no shame so I called the phone number my friend had given me and eventually sat down in an office with a guy named Bill Noctor, the only thing I actually recall was him asking me "What's your specialty?" I responded I have no experience or specialty. He smiled and said "Your specialty is honesty". Then we went out behind the hangar where the airplane was parked, it looked like a wreck. Nothing from the firewall forward, the outer wings and all of the other flight controls had been removed, it had obviously been through some hard times and it seemed sort of sad. I did notice that regardless of the absence of the engine it was still leaking oil. Bill said "Do you want the job?". That afternoon ended up consuming a good portion of my '20s. I met a lot of people along the way, mostly good, sometimes bad, but mostly good. '93-'99 was a heck of a ride for sure. I promise to not talk about snooters.
Back in the long ago times when aviation was still a bit of a rodeo I met the Bearcat. A friend I'd met in school that had been helping the team out encouraged me to "interview", I was not sure why I'd need to interview for a volunteer position probably pushing a broom. I was still in school and barely knew an elevator vs an aileron but I had no shame so I called the phone number my friend had given me and eventually sat down in an office with a guy named Bill Noctor, the only thing I actually recall was him asking me "What's your specialty?" I responded I have no experience or specialty. He smiled and said "Your specialty is honesty". Then we went out behind the hangar where the airplane was parked, it looked like a wreck. Nothing from the firewall forward, the outer wings and all of the other flight controls had been removed, it had obviously been through some hard times and it seemed sort of sad. I did notice that regardless of the absence of the engine it was still leaking oil. Bill said "Do you want the job?". That afternoon ended up consuming a good portion of my '20s. I met a lot of people along the way, mostly good, sometimes bad, but mostly good. '93-'99 was a heck of a ride for sure. I promise to not talk about snooters.
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