In the late 1960's, right after we were married, John and I lived in a little bungalow across the street from a small, WWII dirt airfield in Gainesville. If B.T. were coming in for a landing at dusk or after dark, in the days before cell phones, he would call the main airport and have them call us to run over and light the kerosene smudge pots to illuminate the strip for his landing. It was always a delight to see his little Cessna on approach for landing and to see those wheels touch the ground gracefully and safely. Thankfully, his love for aviation continued long after those days of his aircraft ownership as he made a regular pilgrimage to the airport where he made many friends in his inimitable way.
B.T. was a man of heart and compassion and a joy to those who knew and loved him. We will be forever blessed for having shared not only that family bond, but the friendship bond as well. We'll see you in heaven, B.T. Much love, John and Anne