Hey, so anyway I figured we'd switch thing up a bit.
I knew the guy, Joe but I didn't know his dad (other occupant). Joe bought the C-150 a couple years ago (although I suspect his dad helped) and was building time in it hoping to go to the airlines someday. He and his father owned and managed 5 or 6 rental properties in the area, and he worked at DGS (Delta Global) for the free flight benefits and the love of being around big planes. He and I agreed the 737 was the best airplane of anything coming into CHS, except when that 757 would come in and do cleanup duty on a bad day. I showed him around a Delta 737 once and gave him a couple tours on the 200 back when I was flying them in and out. He was taller than me, smoother than me, more attractive than me, more hair than me (not tough), and had too many girlfriends, too many GPS's in the dash (if my memory is correct), and I told him as much in all categories- joking around. His responses were something like, "can't have too much of a good thing." He spent more time having fun than he probably should have, and probably drove faster than he needed to on every occasion- but he was still pretty young, and I imagine that would have wound down once maturity settled in.
Didn't know him real well, just in passing mostly, made him and his colleagues breakfast one morning on the electric skillet as a thank you for always taking care of the wife while she worked DGS. If I remember right, Southwestern style hashbrowns were his weakness, although he may have still been growing out of those teen years where everything tastes good and he was always hungry. He was nice to my wife and most of his coworkers (the ones that weren't jackalopes), he was a clown (good way), a good worker, and kept himself busy. He loved his folks, he loved the Charleston area, he had a lot of fun as much as he could, and he loved airplanes.
It's always too bad when this crap happens, but I was grateful to know him- if just a little.
