Some sad news today. Scott Crossfield died earlier today when his Cessna went down in Georgia.
I must confess to conflicting emotions, here. On the one hand, it's sad to see him go. He was one of the greats. First to Mach 2, first to fly the X-15, a true pioneer of aviation. And he stayed active well into his retirement. But ... you have to know that he'd have hated living long enough to have to hang up his scarf. To a man like that, flying is like breathing.
Vaya con Dios, Mr. Crossfield. It's all VFR from here on out, and not a medical examiner in sight. And if that isn't Heaven, well, what is?
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