Cool dude....

I went to my Mom's today to take care of some "business" (shredding, SOooooOOo exciting!!) and every time I go to my Mom's I think about my Dad... because she lives(lived) near the airport where he used to keep his planes. My Dad flew... he was a pilot(among other things!). He flew cessnas. I always called them "Hondas with wings". They were little 4 seater planes and sounded like chipmunks ran them but let me tell you, they were cool as shit!! (and yes that's ME with my Dad, not some guy!!)

  My Dad flew us LOTS of places....like to sleep away camp, Luray Caverns(very cool!! go ahead, Google it!) and of course the Jersey shore(as a child I had NO idea what it was like to sit on the GSP in traffic heading to the shore!). Back then I didn't "get" how special or cool this was... but as I got older and the day my Dad died I KNEW how special it was...The day my Dad died I was very sad that I would never get to see him again and what hit me next... that I would NEVER fly with him again... The man that would meet me on my lunch hour and fly me to the Delaware Water Gap and back(in less than an hour!)...Now how COOL is that??!! He was cool.. super cool!
So today I popped over to the Morristown Airport and took a look around....

 And I was reminded what an amazing childhood I had and what an incredible Dad I had! One cool dude.. And I hope I can "create" an amazing childhood for my boys as well... well minus the flying my own plane part!!! And maybe one day they'll look back and think I was one cool Mom... Well shit, I do let them eat cold pizza for breakfast... that counts, right?? Here's hoping :)