SHORT FINAL By DEB McFARLAND The forecasters were wrong. I don’t generally pay attention to forecasts until a day or two before my flight because, frankly, here in the South, weather predictions bob up and down nearly as bad as... Continue Reading →
A new heart for an old girl
SHORT FINAL By DEBORAH McFARLAND As I write this, my own Lester is buzzing over my head. While I’ve always thought his throaty C-85/O-200 made a sweet sound, today I find the noise annoying but, in hearing it, I know... Continue Reading →
Making magic happen
SHORT FINAL By DEB McFARLAND Every now and then magic happens. It can happen in a certain time, at a certain place or with certain people. Mine came on a Saturday with a group of pilots from a friendly country... Continue Reading →
The road to the hangar
I left three loads of laundry on the kitchen table, ready to be folded and put away. Grass needed cutting; tomatoes needed canning. The dog begged to go, but for him, a ride in the truck would have to wait... Continue Reading →
The Land of Perfect
SHORT FINAL By DEBORAH McFARLAND Like many aviators, I spend some of my free time cruising various aviation forums, and from past experience, I have learned to take what I read with a grain of salt. Recently, however, it has... Continue Reading →
Endless Summer
SHORT FINAL By DEB McFARLAND Summer officially commands three months on the calendar, but according to Keely’s school calendar, summer only lasts eight weeks, hardly enough time for mind and body to slip gently into summer’s languid rhythms. This year,... Continue Reading →
The road to the hangar leads to possibilities
SHORT FINAL by DEBORAH McFARLAND I left three loads of laundry on the kitchen table, ready to be folded and put away. Grass needed cutting; tomatoes needed canning. The dog begged to go, but for him, a ride in the... Continue Reading →
The Hangar
By DEBORAH McFARLAND My friend, Bob, at the Tom B. David Airport in Calhoun, Ga. (CZL), has been trying to explain to some folks in his town about the ambiance that can be found at the airport. Trying to describe... Continue Reading →
A fight well fought
John W. Murphy never did anything that made him famous. He wasn’t rich. As a kid he entered World War II with the assurance that it was the right thing to do for his country. He was unassuming and most... Continue Reading →
Diary of a mad Luscombe pilot
Every new year brings contemplations, convolutions and resolutions, most of which are held dear for a week or two and then thrown out with that final bit of holiday trash. Continue Reading →


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