Aviation lessons, the hard way, from my father
Much of what I know about flying and about airplanes comes from a small number of people I’ve worked with over the past 25 years. Some were mentors, some were friends and colleagues, and some were heroes. By far, the most important of all was my father, Norm Goyer, who was all of those things to me. Dad died last October at the age of 89. Sunday will be the first Father’s Day holiday since his passing, so I’ve been thinking a lot about him and, unavoidably, the remarkably and often insane times we shared doing aviation, and aviation journalism, together.