Summer of 1963:
Staking down the P-51 after the tornado passed. That's the cell it came from in the background. No damage...


The Cub wasn't so lucky. This was my first solo ride. If you check the registration, you will see it's still active out in the PNW I believe. Takes more than a tornado to stop a J-3 permanently.

The PA-12's tiedowns held but she took some heavy flack from the hailstones. Over 100 holes and dings. My buddy Cliff (on ladder) and I were impervious to the paint stripper poison in that red gallon can. We had built up immunity when we stripped 8-10 layers of different colored paint off that T-6 in the background to get to the bare metal that we then polished to a high gloss. All of this was before any child labor laws were on the books. I loved every minute of it and besides... all that stuff - Gunk engine cleaner, nitrate dope, paint thinner, etc, was a great substitute for drugs and alcohol.

Let's see...
*JFK was still POTUS
*telephones were still attached to the wall by wires
*Gas stations had a rubber hose that rang a bell when you drove over it. Then a guy would put gas in your tank and give you some steak knives or S&H Green stamps
*Every gas station had a pay phone WITH a telephone directory
*I had never met a kid with peanut allergy
YB