I remember playing in the grass of the airstrip on hot summer days. My grandfather building his plane and my cousins driving in the golf cart as planes from the small community come and go. As I walk through the quiet streets of a once busy community, the silence is heavy. Houses and hangars abandoned as owners pass.
I think back to that kid playing in the hot Texas sun. Reflecting on what was to come. The joy, the pain, the gain and the loss.