Growing up on Long Island, next to JFK Airport, I loved watching planes fly low over my home.  At night, I would listen on our radio, as pilots talked to the tower and always dreamed of someday flying  fighter jets...........(or riding on a  fire truck).

Being in the military, and having family and friends who own aircraft, I got to experience the thrill of flying, the excitement of taking control of  these amazing machines, and  always praying we wouldn't plunge into Long Island Sound.

Now, I still love being at airstrips, photographing  planes and helicopters and marvel as to what keeps them from falling out of the sky.  To this day, I still get air-sick when I fly………….but after all, that's what the little white bag under your seat is for.