One of my secret wishes is that when I’m 90 I’ll have at least half the belly-fire of Howie Keefe. The man is 90 (or maybe 91 now) and still attacks the day like he’s flying a P-51—something he did ’round the pylons of Reno many years back. That’s just one facet of a flying career that would keep your rapt attention over several beers.
Howie is also a businessman who’s made his dimes on seeing and seizing opportunities. He invented Air Charts, spiral-bound books of all the en route and sectional charts for the lower 48, with changes mailed to you as lists so your books were technically current for a year. While I can’t say Howie and I see eye-to-eye on what today’s market wants from a chart solution, I still get a kick out of our phone calls.
