I didn’t think it was such a crazy idea.
My boyfriend’s 17-year-old son, Connor, had been expressing an interest in flying for the past couple of years. I’d promised him I’d take him up one day so he could get a better idea of what it was like, but Connor and his dad lived in New England, and I lived in California, so logistics had been a problem. I’d even gone so far as to check out the rental planes at an airport near where they lived, but I’d been so appalled at the condition of the scant available aircraft there that I’d told Connor we’d figure out a way to get him to California to fly in my plane instead. But between his school and my own travel schedule, the timing never seemed to work.
