As you probably know, when I was kid we lived next to an airport and desperately wanted to become a pilot when I grew up. The proximity of our house was so near the strip, that when we were having lunch, we could hear the roar and the rushing of air when an airplane was overhead on its way to the landing strip.
My favorite spot was the airport terminal. I knew everybody there, and everybody there knew me. I talked to the pilots asking all sorts of questions and they tried to answer back. When a group of US pilots arrived at Changuinola to survey the area, I became their guide, and they took me on many rides on their choppers. The feeling of the air on my face and the motions of the helicopter are hard to forget after more than five decades later.
Alas, my father found out of my furtive trips on choppers and Piper Cubs, he spanked me hard and restricted me from ever riding choppers or small planes without his permission. Of course his permissions were never granted. So instead of a wonderful man on a flying machine, I became a wonderful man with an adding machine. Instead of a pilot, I turned out an accountant fixed to a desk. The only blue sky I could see, came from the small window of my office. And that my friends is my experience with choppers and planes.
This nostalgia for planes has been inside me, and every time I have to go to the airport or see an airplane flying high above my house in Panama City, I say to myself, “That pilot up there could have been me.” It didn’t happen, so there no use crying over spilled milk.
This is the last post on a theme of airplanes and of the recent airshow at the former Panama Canal Zone. We have reached the end of the road and tomorrow we will move on into new territory. Meanwhile, lets feast our eyes with a couple of pictures of those wonderful flying machines. Here we go.

Snapshot of a small plane on exhibition during a large air show in Panama City, Panama. Photo by ©Omar Upegui R.
That’s it guys. The airshow is over. I’ll keep my ear close to the ground to decide won hat our new subject will be and keep the ball rolling. Enjoy this beautiful Saturday morning. If you’re a flyer, have a good flight and savor the view. Good Day.









