The flyby of the mustang in the movie with the pilot waving at Jim really brought back memories of my youth. I grew up in Ohio near the old Akron Naval Air Station and there used to be a picnic area near the threshold of one of the runways. It was the summer of 1955, I was six years old, and I was with my dad on a hill near the edge of the runway and at least a dozen Navy Air National Guard pilots were landing in their deep blue gull winged F-4U Corsairs. One by one they would pass by us at eye level, so close I could almost reach out and touch them. I remembered the planes made a high pitch shrill whistling noise as they passed by with their landing gear and flaps deployed and with their bubble canopies slid all the way back you could clearly see the pilots. One by one as they passed by the pilots turned their heads towards us and either waved or saluted. Like Jim in the movie I was awe struck, and almost sixty years later I am still awe struck by that sureal event. Was it all a dream?
