Although I couldn't join Brian at Oshkosh this year, I gained an amazing memory from the world's largest fly-in event...  On Friday night, Amy and I went to the White Oaks Winery to enjoy some live local music to help us from wallowing in self-pity. We were having a great time, and about halfway through the evening, Brian called to tell me about his day at OSH. After a quick update, he handed the phone off to someone he said he wanted me to talk with. Well, that certainly piqued my curiosity. A few moments later, a woman was on the line. This woman - Dawn - wasn't just any woman: she's a WASP! Instantly reverting to my giddy five-year-old girl, I listened as the experienced aviatrix shared some humor and advice about flying Stearmans. Like a big baby, I was balling from excitement by the time I was off the phone, promising to give Brian a huge hug when he returned home (OK, he'd get one anyway!).
A couple days later when Brian came home, I was still on cloud nine from my personal call with Dawn.  He just smiled and handed me a book. It was written by a WASP, but - whoa - signed by Dawn to me! Our good friend Jeff had stayed in the same hotel as her and stopped by her room to get a signed copy for me. Thanks to Jeff, I'll always have a reminder of that special phone call.  Most of all, I'll always have a reminder of how fortunate I am to have a great husband and friends and how lucky I am to get to fly.  Blue skies!