To See
I went to visit my mom today and on the return journey to Carrboro, I decided to stop at the cemetary to see if the grave marker had been installed. It had. Shiny bronze in the 90+ degree sun. The small ingravings and emblems looked good. The single-engine plane under dad's name reminded me of the types of planes he used to fly. I remember days 35 years ago flying out of Smith Reynolds Airport and hitting the skies. I think dad would like it, though he hadn't flown in a couple of decades. It's how I remember my father and my mom was fine with it. So, that it is. And it is well.
Now, I learn that UNC-TV will air a documentary about the airport serveral times over the next week - including one airing on Sunday evening that I hope to catch. I spent countless hours watching planes and jets take off and land at the airport in the 60s and I used to listen to the tower to plane conversations on a radio my father bought for me.