LettersFromFlyoverCountry
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As I've written in the past, my biggest regret in building an airplane is that I was never able to give my mother a ride in it, which is ironic because the 7A I built was registered in her and dad's honor N614EF -- June 14, 1942. The day Eileen and Fred were married.
But an RV is impossible for a 90+ woman to get into, at least with the resources we had available when I flew the plane to my hometown years ago.
Mom died yesterday, two months shy of her 98th birthday.
In her honor, please give your mom a ride in your RV this weekend.