Kevin Garrison

4 days ago | avweb.com | Kevin Garrison

We pilots are not particularly special, even though we often think we are. We put on our flight suits one leg at a time, and when we go to the doctor, we all have to wear those same insipid paper suits when they squeeze us into an MRI or onto an operating table. We possess no inspired political or social knowledge and are split evenly on most questions.

2 weeks ago | avweb.com | Kevin Garrison

When I was a kid, I had my life was mapped out at the age of eight years old. First, I thought I would join the military, become a fighter pilot, score thirty kills, and earn the Congressional Medal of Honor. Next would come my astronaut phase, during which I would invent the phaser, make love to green alien women, and have a best friend who happened to be a Vulcan.

1 month ago | avweb.com | Kevin Garrison

Playmate of the MonthbyKevin GarrisonAnother day, another toilet paper drop. My friends and I had spent a happy morning flying our little taildraggers through skies that had become warmer over the past few weeks. We cavorted, yanked, and banked, and at the end of our very loose formation flight, we individually chased rolls of toilet paper that we chucked out of our planes and tried to intercept on the way down.

1 month ago | avweb.com | Kevin Garrison

Time has a way of speeding along, and my nephew Kermit, who used to hang around the airport with me as a kid, is now the father of two teenage sons. Neither of these youngsters seems to have the passion for flight that their dear old dad has. Kermit is a senior airline captain now after coming up through the ranks of the down-and-dirty general aviation community.