While on the sailboat previously mentioned I visited P.J. Macdonough and his wife in England, where he was working. PJ, a fellow engineer from Greenland, was great as a man, an engineer, and a father, and here in 2014 I miss him. He had been shot down in the War and survived German imprisonment. We rented a little British-made Auster, and flew it across the Channel to France, Belgium and back. I vividly remember the huge horizontal figures south of London made millenia ago by stripping off soil to expose the white chalk that extends to the chalky White Cliffs of Dover.
I bought an Ercoupe in Kilgore, Texas, and flew it to Smitty's operation in Grand Prarie. He swapped it for a Cessna 120 (like a Cessna 140 without flaps), which I flew to Maine in late 1957. I flew it some in Maine, and sold it the next year. I didn't own or pilot a plane again for 7 years.
