As I mentioned earlier, I volunteered to taxi a 95 year old aviator to Russ's fly-in and back today. That turned out to be a real treat. First, the ol' boy was physically and mentally as sharp or sharper than a lot of people 30 years younger. I was expecting a doddering old codger--almost threw my Ma's walker in the back of the car just to make sure, and I expected to have to drive right up to the front of the hangar where the food was being served. Instead what I found was a man, very upright, who could probably walk as far as I can, very spry, not wobbly in the slightest.
The conversations going out and back were fascinating. He was a tiny bit repetitive, but not bad, nothing like I've experienced with other older folks.
Here's his story, and it's a good one:He was a design engineer for Boeing before WWII. He'd always been fascinated by airplanes--took his first airplane ride at age 8. He grew up on a farm in Kansas, about 80 miles from Wichita. So he hired on to Boeing in Wichita, and he was one of the principal designers of the B-29. After the War started, he was deferred from being drafted because he was needed at Boeing. But once the B-29 became operational, his deferment ended, and he was drafted.
However, because of his background, he was fast-tracked through basic training, and soon he was flying as a flight engineer on the B-29s which were carpet-bombing Japan. He flew some 29 missions before the end of the War. He didn't mention it, but I got the impression he was not involved on the final two runs to Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
After the War, he returned to working for Boeing, and continued to work there until 1976, when he retired. He said that his wife, who died some 20 or so years ago, insisted that he retire, because he was working himself too hard, 13-14 hour days, 7 days a week. The advantage, however, was that he had a good retirement package, which still supports him.
After retiring, he and his wife moved to Fort Collins. He said that one of his regrets now is that everyone he ever worked with, flew with, or did anything with, is dead--he's outlived them all. He expressed that he's very healthy, which was obvious, and that he stays in shape by walking a lot and by using his home gym in inclement weather. Until last year, he mowed his own lawn, but his neighbor volunteered to do it for him, which was OK with him, because he never enjoyed mowing anyway.

He still has a drivers license, but his daughters insist that he shouldn't drive "because I'm 95", not because of any particular other reason.
I grew quite fond of him in the short time we spent together today. He made me think that getting into my 90s might not be so bad after all! Once I get my airplane back, I'm going to have to invite him to go up with me--I think he'd enjoy it, and I know I would.
Cary