Well just 2 more days.

Well its just 2 more days before I head home from flying the bomb (B-24) after 2 months. I'll have some lasting memories from all it. Some good some not good at all.

The flight up the coast yesterday from Arcata (KACV) was beautiful. The wind when we left was whistling a gale but was down runway 31 for the takeoff. The sky was crystal clear and except for sea haze the visibility was almost unlimited. I only climbed up to 1,000 feet before setting up cruise power on the four PW 1830-65 engines. Hugging the shore line we proceeded north. Although we were heading for Medford, Oregon , going direct would mean climbing to some eight or nine thousand feet. Flying the coast up to Crescent City and than a pass to Grants Pass before turning to Medford , we would only need to climb up 4,500 feet.

We had a number of "riders" on board. These folks are usually sponsors, media, or local WW2 veterans and family member. There are "comp" riders, folks whom we give a ride in lieu of compensation for cars, hotel rooms and such. Sometimes we carry mechanics and sectaries of the FBOs (Fix Based Operators) at the airports where we stop. Anyway its usually a happy group. There was enough time to give each of them a few minutes at the controls of our lumbering beast. "This is cool!" "Fantastic!" "Wow!" "This is what I always dreamed of!" and "I can not believe I'm doing this!" are the not uncommon remarks I hear on the intercom. From the vets its a little different. Most of them are quite. They seem to stare off in the distance. I don't know if they are looking at the memories of the distant past or in some automatic mode of self preservation from that distant past of looking out for boogies. They don't say much but they do look across at me at times and smile. Than I know we're both on the same page. We both love the old girl of the B-24. Both for different reasons but still love her the same. As always they will often slip out a story or two of that distant past. "Shot down at 'such and such'". "The bombardier was a drunk but could hit anything you could see". And so on. They always remember the names of those killed with them and what happed to them in detail. Like it is an obligation and promise to do so. They are living memoriam themselves.

While going up the coast, I noticed the wind down on the surface was really kicking up. Big Pacific rollers would crest and break at their tops. The wind would than blow the white crests off the wave tops and a long and wide carpet of delicate white bubbles would be left behind the wave slopping down into the troth. According to my seafaring flight mechanic, that indicated a wind of "35 to 40 knots". And it looked cold. I was suddenly happy I had 4 trusted PW engine purring out on the wings.

The shore line is very rugged along here. As a matter of fact in some places there is no "shore" to speak of. Just solid rock coming out the ocean with endless breakers trying to tear it down. The locals call this area "The Lost Coast" I understand. And with the wind that was blowing, they "were looking for good fishing and whales to come in close to shore". But we see neither fish nor whales as we go.

At Crescent City we made a turn around the lighthouse stuck out on an impossibly small rock. We than put the mixtures controls to "Auto Rich" and the power up to 2300 rpm and 35" mp. Thus set we climbed up to 4,500 feet and turned up the Illinois valley toward Grants Pass. The world changed. From the crashing waves of the Pacific to the giant and majestic seclusion of the red woods. Here we passed Preston Peak on our right at 7,309 feet, in the Siskiyou wilderness area. Just south of Kirby Peak we crossed the 42nd degree latitude, that marks the California Oregon state line. At Grants Pass, we turned east over the Rough river and descended into Medford.

The mountains had done their job. Fore there was just a breath of wind down runway 32 at KMFD. Though the TSA bureaucracy would put a damper on the rest of the day, as I sit back and just think about the flight, better and wonderful thoughts come back of what I was allowed to witness. The joy of someone experiencing something for the first time. The joy of sharing memories from heroes. The joy of seeing God's good earth in its power and solitude. In my 54 years as an aviator, God has never disappointed me. I am nearing the end of my allotted time here (well maybe in another 10 or 15 years) but I when I choose to be a pilot so long ago, I had no idea, that in all the pursuits that flying allowed me, (wife, children, grandchildren) he would give me a profession that would also keep me young at heart and be able give something to other people as well. For that I am grateful.

TSA = Gestapo? I think so.

TSA = Gestapo ? I think so.

Today we landed in Medford, Or. with our bombers. What we were met with was a bunch of rules unlike any other airport in our 110 stops each year. The TSA here mandated we have a double line of ropes with "Do not cross" signs every 10 feet. PLUS "guards" at each corner of our roped off area. The airline terminal (with maybe 20 flights a day) was about 1 mile away. So than the TSA goons, sat there in their trucks, watching diligently that none of our visitors, grand kids with their WW2 vet grandparents, Americans all, didn't steal our old bombers, and fly them in to some sky scraper out here in the Rockies.

Ladies and gentlemen. This bull shit. A mindless bureaucracy pushing its muscle and authority that interferes with our freedoms. At no other airport (110 on our tour) small one, big ones, are such dictatorial measures demanded. Its dumb, unrealistic, a waste of time and money, and infringes on our freedoms as Americans. This has nothing to do with security against Muslim terrorist stealing a WW2 bomber. It has nothing to do with keeping anyone from leaving the area to steal a airliner over a mile away across a runway. It is simply some mindless bureaucrat playing God, who has no sense of the freedoms he is stepping on. This folks is a waste of our tax money. Just one more way to subjugate us.

Maybe its just the way they do things out here in Oregon. Beautiful state, but I sure wouldn't want to live here. At least not in Medford.

"They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety" B. Franklin Feb 1775

I am not a member of the NRA But.

This is my first political comment on my blog, and want you to know that I am not a member of the NRA.

I truly believe that President Obama does not have the same loyalty, pride, and dreams that our founding father had for this country and the freedom they guaranteed for us.. That his political views and his understanding of government, is that the masses must be totally controlled by intellectual elites, whom because of their presumed intelligence are ordained because of the gift to rule absolutely. One should make the observation at this point that Hitler, and his minions of the Third Reich were all "intellectuals" with IQ in the 130s. The intellectual fall into the age old presumption that they are destine to rule because they are smart and if they are smart, their assumptions must be correct, and therefore they should be the one to rule. But as above being smart does not mean being moral too.

The present administration in its left leaning push to rule absolutely every phase of human life, (after all being "intellectually superior", they know what best for you) want to disarm the American citizen. They can't seem to get around the 2nd Amendment to the Constitution - - right now. But they are going to try what amounts to an 'end run' around it.

By having Hilary Clinton agreeing to a international treaty on limiting gun production and arms control, they are seeking to close gun ownership to American Citizens. IF the senate ratifies that treaty, they will have violated the very constitution we hold dear.

Every constitutional lawyer that I have read or who has published anything on this subject, has said that this treaty will not stand a constitutional challenge in the Supreme Court. But that is the Supreme Court as it is chaired today. If Obama gets to put another like thinking justice on the bench, they could rule otherwise. Therefore it is imperative that the senate not ratify that treaty. Like the health care bill, he is planning to ram this down the throats of the American people.

The only way that we as American citizens can continue our freedoms, is by taking active role in the America politic. Not only in who we vote into office, but to continue to read up on issues before both houses AND LET THEM KNOW HOW WE FEEL AND WANT!! Use that telephone! Use that e-mail!

Write that letter! Demand again and again that they listen to your views. Remember that they have to listen.

Not only that, write, call, and e-mail Obama. Demand his attention! Let him know too that you will hold him accountable to any violation of our constitutional rights. By the way, his health care plan violates the constitutional in case you have not heard. Why would 13 states be suing the very Federal government just over that issue?

This is a pivot point in our history as a country. By not paying attention and being to aligned with one party or the other, plus the very real stigmata of "white guilt", we elected that wrong man at the wrong time. We listened to promises he never indented and will not keep. We simply can not let our freedoms go with out a fight.

Vote out the incumbents. These offices were never indented to become 'careers' for these 'destine few'. Remember that "power corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely". Lord Acton 1887 and "power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it." William Pitt -1770

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The End of A Long Day

Well I've been out flying the line for the Collings Foundation for almost two months now. I'm getting a little tired of motel rooms and restaurant food. I've also gained weight! Almost every day its up at 7am, van pickup at 8am. If we have a morning flight in either the B17 or B24, we usually start engines around 9. If not we set up the airplanes for "walk though", put up the traffic cones and ropes and than set up the "PX". For most part we are outside all day, every day, in just about every kind of weather. If I'm not selling T shirts at the PX, I might be helping the mechanic work on the airplane. Most of the time I'm a presenter answering questions by the thousands and teaching WW2 aviation history.

Near the end of the day, if we have enough (6) people who wish to donate the money ($425./Person) we'll fire up the bombers and give them a :30 minute ride. Depending on where we're at (big cities) we might do 3 or 4 rides in an afternoon. When done we pick up everything, lock up the bombers and head for the motel. A quick fresh up, than its off to a restaurant for a dinner. That done its back to the motel and folks believe it or not, most of the time we're all in bed by 9pm!!

Being out side all day is very tiring (at least for me). Throw in flights in the morning and afternoon, and there is no partying. We're just to tired.

What do I get paid? Nothing. Its all volunteer. The foundation does pay for my room (which I share with another volunteer) and give me $20. per day for meals, but that's all. But! But, I do get to fly the only B-24J Liberator WW2 bomber left in the world. Most professional pilots will admit that is a significant feather in one's professional cap, as there are only 9 pilots certified and trusted to fly that airplane.

And I guess I am a people person to some extent. I truly love meeting the WW2 veterans who struggle with the infirmities of old age, to come and see (maybe for the last time) a machine of war, whether they knew it then or not, was transforming them into heroes. Almost all of them are very modest men and women. Their memories are mostly sharp and they are for the most part conservative in nature. For them, ( what is a distant historical event before most of our visitors were born), it was a national consuming event where almost no one was left out. Every American was doing a job. Even us kids, (I was almost 2 years old when Pearl Harbor was bombed) were involved somehow. I remember collecting and crushing tin cans. Me, my brother and my cousins, were raised by a black woman, because all the women in our family were working in defence plants or other. I remember vividly the first Christmas my father was home from overseas. I have a great admiration for that generation. They were my heroes then and they are my heroes now.

As I write this (my second posting), we're in Stockton, Calif. Tomorrow morning we'll get picked up at 8 am. The first part of the day, I'll helping 'Mac' pull a cracked cylinder from his #1 engine on the B-17. Than I'll fly an actual 'bombing mission' in the B-24. You see there is a very juicy target (a hay bale in a farmers field) 10 miles east of here. We have some Walter Mitty type folks, willing to pay good money to experience what it was like to fly and fight, in the most unsung aircraft of WW2. The mission is too drop 10 250# concrete bombs from 3,000 above the ground. Fun? Well in WW2 it wasn't, but here? "No flack, no fighters today men. A milk run" but for just a little while they can almost sense the drama of what the Greatest Generation did. Where "Uncommon valor was a common virtue".

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My name is Jim Goolsby, and I am just an old pilot. My ground bound friends call me "Jim" and my fellow aviators and grand kids call me "Pappy". Politicians better call me "Mr. Goolsby, Sir"

I am a retired airline pilot (20 years with PanAm and 14 years with United) and at this time at 70 years of age I am still flying. From this world traveling and a process that both natures and forms one's attitudes and observations, I hope this Blog helps explain some of my conservative views. I hope also to preserve some events I've witnessed in the beauty and majesty from aloft.

Being a professional pilot for over 50 years, aviation has a way of making a person see many things in the same way as other professional pilots. We tend as a group to be conservative in out look. Airplanes do not care one thing about you, your sex nor your genealogy. For flying, with out any prejudice, will deal with the poor, rich, mentally challenged, brilliant, black, white or brown, with the same severity, if they are unprepared, arrogant, or inattentive to the atmosphere around them. It is a leveling force for human kind.

I also believe in God Almighty, a supreme being of some kind. I believe that there is a Satan and evil simply because I've seen and experienced to many things to believe otherwise. I don't see unexplained chaos in our universe, only unknown logical processes. I do believe in an afterlife and ghosts. I will on these pages at times, try to elucidate why.

So buckle up. There ain't no tray table, coffee or peanuts, but hopefully I can bring a little joy and understanding along for this ride. This blog will be a mixed bag of political view and pros of my aviation experience. I do not claim that every word or sentence will be only the 'only' answer. And of course this conversation is one way, me to you.