One Last Ride…

So, with many hands, Dad was in the cockpit again, for one last ride. I sat in the back seat, Dad in the front right, with Greg as PIC. We taxied out on the grass strip that Dad flew me home from the hospital at a few days old after being born, in a Navion. He gave me my first ride, and Greg and I were giving him his last. It was a beautiful VFR day. Greg went through the checklists and rolled down the runway. Dad was airborne again.