Lincoln Flyer November 2016

Here is the Lincoln Flyer published last month. I just realized I can PUBLISH it here at WordPress, and I intend to publish the previous nine issues here as soon as possible. Please read them and please support AeroKnow Museum.

Best wishes to you and yours for a warm, rewarding and reverent Christmas!



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WELCOME Room in Transition

The ground floor AeroKnow Museum office, a/k/a WELCOME Room, is moving to a new location on the ground  floor, further into the building housing  Stellar Aviation, formerly  Horizon Aviation. Rob Fisher, long-time  owning partner and all the terrific people employed by Horizon remain on the Stellar payroll; excellent news since they’re a terrific aviation professionals. I’ll share more about the new operator next week.

About a week ago Rob reminded me that about six  years ago we had agreed that if and when the FBO found a business who wanted to pay rent for the prime-visibility room he was letting AeroKnow Museum use for no charge, he would necessarily engage that business. Before we walked down  the hall to see the space, he told me he thought I would like the new location. He was right.

The stroll was down the hall past the rest rooms, the break room and into a large room that looks like this.

In the weeks to come the furnishings in that room will change along with the signage on the heavy glass door entrance. AeroKnow Museum’s new WELCOME Room will be inside the first door on the  left in the hall to the rear of the large room. A major PLUS in the new location is that visitors may walk through to the Models  Room which  will display built models and model kits. There are windows with a view of the adjacent parking lot and the general aviation ramp to the left.

The next few pictures show how the rooms looked October 14 before anything was moved into them.


Looking north toward the parking lot and terminal, visible on the right is the entrance into the Models Room.

Though showing evidence of former occupiers the WELCOME and Models Rooms are in too shape. Replacement  ceiling tiles will fill  gaps created earlier.

Both non-functioning rest rooms will be moderately renovated and will contain book cases with reference materials in easy reach for future consultation.

Lacking at present is a strong signal from the wireless network provider and for  that  reason, museum operations will continue in the current WELCOME Room. Resources remaining in the current room will be minimal, but AKM WELCOMES visitors who want to see the new rooms and tour the rest of the museum rooms upstairs.

If YOU would like to visit, please email — — to let me know what day   and what hour of the day you want to stop by and give me at least half a day to respond,  so I can confirm I will be here.

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“You Have One or Two Years”

For three decades, visitors to the AeroKnow Museum at my home often said, “Man, what are you going to do when you have to MOVE all of this?  Since moving into our new home at Abraham Lincoln Capital Airport,  more visitors than ever are asking, “Man, where is all of this going to go when you DIE?”

Here’s a nutty circumstance to consider. Here you are, four days after a thorough physical check-up by a respected physician you’ve known for years. You’ve just stepped out of your car and started toward the supermarket entrance when your doctor pulls up next to you and rolls down his window; says the words quoted in the headline above.

About two months ago,  those words were spoken by the gentleman who just over six years ago had invited me to move AeroKnow Museum (AKM) from my home to empty rooms at the airport. That invitation was the best thing that ever happened in my life while I was wearing socks!  In May, I contacted him, inviting him to walk across the parking lot when he had a few minutes to see the improvements I’d made since his last escorted tour. He responded that with his busy schedule, it was hard to set a day and time. He’d come over when he could, and if I was there, that would be great (words to that effect). I welcomed and dreaded the director’s dropping by. Why the dread? Earlier this year some engineers and toured the upstairs rooms, part of the process of making recommendations about the future of the building, which has served as home to FBOs and other businesses since it was completed in 1947. That visit confirmed that the process of replacing the structure was formally under way. The anticipated director’s visit would, surely, more clearly reveal the anticipated time line and perhaps present some options regarding the future of AeroKnow Museum at the airport. The words quoted in this post’s title came to me in the parking lot. He had just arrived as I was exiting the building to take a few pictures, so we conversed convivially and briefly as his vehicle idled, and he indicated he would visit sometime.

. . . . . . Since then I’ve thought long and anxiously about the future of AeroKnow Museum. From the looks on some faces I see regularly, I can almost read in their eyes and demeanor that they know more than I know. For now I am reasonably confident — given the obvious regard for the museum that led to its coming together out here, starting May 27, 2010 — that when it’s important for me to know more, I will be told more. It does not advance the mission of AKM for me to carry myself around here as though I am treading water in a turbid tide of cataclysmic dimension. So I don’t, and won’t.

Earlier this year while talking with one of the owners of the FBO which hosts AKM I mentioned the then-recent visit by the architectural engineers. He responded, explaining that plans to replace the building are in process, that there would be space for AKM, but there would be fewer square feet available.

As we ease into August, I am considering the future of AeroKnow Museum, approaching my 69th birthday in early September, in excellent health and physical condition, grateful for every hour I spend at my favorite airport. Given the support demonstrated by the aviation community and general public in central Illinois, I must confess that a smaller museum would certainly benefit yours truly, Job Conger.

The president of another local aviation history group which I have served as a board member for the past three years has offered AeroKnow Museum a deal. If  I will write a certified letter promising to declare, in a revised “last will and testament,” that when I die, AKM will be donated to this group, they will try to provide some volunteer help for AKM by arranging with a local college for students to help in return for “work-study credit.” As board members of said organization, not one of them is willing to lift a finger to help, though I have helped them as time permitted over the years. . . . . . . . . I declined the offer because of reasons I may explain later via this blog.

As a not-for-profit corporation — 501 (c) 3 — AKM must transfer assets to other organizations of the same kind.  If there are PRINCIPALS (officers, board members, curators) of other aviation history organizations interested in acquiring some of our resources, respond via email because later may be too late.

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Part 4 – AC-47 “Spooky” Trip to Urbana, OHIO

AC47-y55The question of the moment was: Since (the airport golf cart driver explained) everyone connected to the Champaign Aviation Museum was in the middle of a membership meeting,  would they also have locked the front door on the public side of the security fence?  With his gate pass card. it was a short drive to the front of the museum where I successfully opened the door and thanked my new friend for his hospitality. For the next five minutes in that beautiful  facility I fast-walked around the exhibits like I had ants in my pants. I could  probably have been arrested for how fast I covered the floor space, and for darn few pictures . . . .


The star of this show is the B-17 “Champaign Lady” which is being restored from FIVE different B-17s, using the best parts from partially intact aircraft and fabricating new parts where possible. I had visited the project about five years ago. I was amazed (again) by the quality of craftsmanship throughout!

I knew time was of the essence, that Keith knew where I was, but I did not want to inconvenience him and Chuck by lingering longer than absolutely necessary. As I started to head back to “Spooky,” I detoured long enough to take a few more pictures near the building . . .

It was an easy walk back to “Spooky” at the opposite end of the drive shown here culminating at CAM. Keith told me my timing was good. Chuck was on his way back with the rental car. Happily I was able to visit the open hangar of theGrimes aircraft lighting operation just a few yards from our big bird.

Chuck pulled into the airport parking lot with the rental car as I exited the Grimes hanger, and in a few minutes, Keith and I joined him. It was a delight seeing Urbana for the first time in about four years.

It was a fine journey home. The car’s computer/voice talked to driver and navigator as much as we talked to each other. I’m not used to being interrupted by a computer, but if the opportunity ever arises again, to share more of it with the intrepid airmen courtesy of Chuck, Keith and “Spooky” Squadron of Topeka, you can be sure I will be good to go. As the sun set I took the following to pictures. Thanks again for a terrific Wednesday!



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pt. 3 – AC-47 “Spooky” Flight to Urbana, OHIO

Before leaving Spooky, I took a picture of the firepower on the port side of the cabin. Visitors to the weekend veterans’ gathering would not be “touring” the inside.
The first place were directed to park Big Bird was, on second look, not the  best place for free movement of aircraft onto the ramp from nearby T-hangars, so Captain and Co fired up the engines and re-positioned her.

Chuck had arranged for the local Enterprise Rent-A-Car business to have a car waiting for us about 2 pm. We would grab some lunch at the airport diner and be back in Springfield with time to spare. He and Keith headed for the admin offices and cafe. I stayed with the airplane awhile and talked with visitors. By the time I rejoined inside, they had finished their lunch, and told me the airport would buy mine was well.

High on my “to do list” was to tour the Champaign Air Museum, a fairly short hike down the airport grounds from the Airport Cafe.


This sign, facing the ramp, greeting arriving aircrews and friends in front of admin and Cafe is a nice touch. I had visited the museum a few years ago during a delightful occasion when I was part of the dedication of the renovated Johnny Appleseed Museum at the local college. I was eager to return.

I returned to “Spooky” to check with Keith to see how much time we had. He explained Chuck was in Urbana getting a car for us, didn’t know how long he’d be. I explained I was going to fast-walk down to have a fast look and take pictures.

I knew I was running out of time, and I didn’t want Chuck and Keith to have to come looking for me so we could “westward ho.” My time inside Champaign Air Museum was less than ten minutes and I took only a few pictures. Those pictures, and more from the rest of my visit to the Grimes aircraft lighting array in the ramp-side of their offices,  and the details of our journey homeward will be shared in part four of our saga.

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Late Resolution re Der Adlers

If I could “do over” 25 seconds of my life or erase them from my memory, those 25 seconds would vaporize last winter’s discovery of several issues of the German World War II propaganda magazine MISSING from AeroKnow Museum’s Magazine Room.
The revelation his me like a sledge hammer delivered with maximum malice and power to my solar plexus. The dismay over someone entering the unlocked door and leaving with the priceless magazines sent to me by a long-forgotten correspondent in Belgium was worse than any woe I have experienced since setting up the museum out here in 2010. It was my fault. I hadn’t paid attention to locking the doors upstairs. During my hours and hours away from the airport who had seen the magazines and where I had put them after showing them to the visitor, could have walked upstairs un-noticed by anyone in the lobby, placed them inside an overcoat and exited in less than five minutes. The worst part about the disappearance was that I KNEW I had to KNOW the THIEF. I had my suspicions, my “suspects,” and I informed the airport security people — Tim Franke and his terrific team — about the loss.  It’s been months since the incident happened, but the disappearance has never been a distant memory.

I am exceedingly relieved today to report that I now know the name of the person who made those Der Adlers disappear. His name is  Job Conger.

Yesterday,  June 28, I was giving my friend had AKM supporter John Holland a complete tour of the upstairs rooms. Earlier in the visit he had brought some books, including a 1954 US Air Force Flight Surgeon’s Manual and seen other parts of the museum, including the Books and Miscellaneous Files Room, pictured below — the same room which, for several years, had been headquarters of of the fabulous Springfield Air Rendezvous air show.  He’s holding an issue of Springfield Skyways a newsletter I wrote and produced more than 10 years ago.
Our last stop on that tour was the Magazine Room. One of the niftiest parts of that assemblage was a modest collection of LIFE magazines, big extra-large magazines that could be used to cover and hide a boxed pizza, should such a need ever arise, unlikely though it would be. As I separated some of the LIFES, showing John the covers (F-80 pilot in 1946, Yuri Gagarin with Nikita Kruschev, Winston Churchill)  I discovered the missing Der Adler magazines! Last winter, in a flash of ill-considered “wisdom” I had placed them under the slightly  larger magazines to protect them from excessive exposure to light and to keep them away from the eyes of more casual visitors. My action of probably 25 seconds of  consideration and action was totally, almost instantly, forgotten. Hence my dismay that came after.

John graciously posed for a picture holding one of the issues. I did not tell him how downright elated I was to have discovered those publications because I would have revealed a museum director (me) to be more bleeping excited than the occasion warranted.

So the Der Adlers are officially back where they need to be, behind a locked door. I will be arranging to photograph every page of each of them so I can share content with visitors and supporters more securely in the future.

I never accused by  name, any of those who had seen the them of stealing them. So no apologies seem appropriate here.   I  appreciate the sympathies and support shared with me when the agony of their apparent theft was deeply felt.

I’ll be more careful — and cognizant of what the heck I’m doing — in the  future, that’s for sure.

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pt 2 -AC-47 “Spooky” Flight to Urbana, OHIO

I had just finished letting model club members know I would be absent from our meeting that night but the meeting room would be open for them, when Horizon Aviation’s all-around nice fellow and aircraft maintainer whiz kit Rusty, let me know that Chuck and Keith were pulling the AC-47’s props through, a sure sign it was time for me to grab cameras and “do the hustle” out to the ramp. Engine start was imminent.
The Lincoln Land Community College  Aviation School students were watching flight prep as I approached and boarded “Spooky.” A minute later the intrepid captain and first officer boarded, closed the door behind them and settled into their  “front office.” I was buckled into a metal bucket seat on the left side of the airplane when I took this picture of the airplane’s interior looking back.
Then before the first engine start I photographed the students watching from a safe distance by the fence.

This was my second ride in “Spooky,” so everything was routine — but still a thrill — as engines were started, warmed and Chuck and Keith made arrangements with the control tower for departure on Runway 31. Because I didn’t know what would be waiting in Urbana, Ohio’s Grimes Field, or how much my small camera’s battery had charged, I was extra conservative with picture taking. This was my home airport, I had taken many pictures from this flying machine last year, so there was no need to duplicate earlier work. Still, the view of the State Capitol building, as we turned onto 31 as irresistible . . . . . .
As was this glimpse of the control tower during initial climb above the runway.

I expected that as we gained altitude we’d gently turn from the initial heading off the runway  of northwest to east, maybe a little southeast. So I was surprised as I saw downtown Springfield through the windows on the other side lf the cabin. The view indicated Chuck had continued the turn to a westerly heading. For a few seconds I wondered if there were red lights glowing on the panel up front, even though the engines were running at close to maximum power . . . .  Then I realized the gents had decided to make a low pass down Runway 31 for the aviation school students watching where we had left them down below! I also realized I was on the wrong side of the airplane to photograph that scene! I was on the control tower side of the airplane, and  with us pulling moderate “g” during the continuing turn, it would have been totally UNSAFE for me to lung across to a waiting bucket seat on the other side! Even if I had maintained my balance during that antic, I could not have buckled in and taken pictures during a unique opportunity that would have lasted probably 30 seconds! I was disappointed, but I was also thrilled. It was clear Chuck has added some power during his low pass, and it was great to be aboard for the ride! . . . . THEN the course was set for Urbana, Ohio.

To ensure maximum safety in flight, I determined I would remain seated on the left side– pretty much the north side —  of “Spooky ” for the entire flight instead of crossing, reasonably safely, to the other side — the south side — for pictures for two reasons: Every picture taken would be taken looking the same direction for future reference, AND the sun was perfectly positioned in the sky at this time of day to provide the  best light for the pictures I would be taking from that side of the airplane. Again, I was playing conservative with camera resources.  Even so, I could not resist distant airports and a “cloud shot” or two. The first picture was taken at our maximum altitude during the flight, about 9.000 feet. Later Chuck asked me if I had been a little chilly in back, and I replied I  had. He explained he and Keith became the  same, so he reduced cruise altitude later in the flight to warm us up. The lower picture was taken after our descent.
If I had been better prepared, or understood what I’d find after landing in Urbana I would have taken a few more in transit.

Since I considered it only natural that if I took  my cell phone with me to Urbana  I would manage to leave it there . . . I left the device in my airport office. And I regretted doing that for the same reason I sometimes regret not wearing a wrist watch. With my NON-aptitude for anything electronic, I consider my cell phone more of a pocket watch. I  probably make use of three percent of what it can do for me. Net result: I had absolutely no feeling for TIME passing as we flew east. I have not flown enough to estimate distance from flight. Though I had visited Urbana, Ohio’s Grimes Field a few  years ago, I had traveled there by car from a motel in Springfield, Ohio. I did not know how far Urbana is from Springfield, Illinois and had not discussed this kind of thing with Chuck and Keith.

I had, at least folded a piece of blank paper and put it into my shirt pocked for making notes during the flight. Of course (for me) I had not remembered to put a pen into same shirt pocket! Since the air was relatively smooth,  I unbuckled and visited the cockpit, asked Chuck if I could borrow a pen. He passed one to me, and I returned to make some notes. THAT’s when I realize there was no reason to make notes. I had left my “pocket watch” back at the office. By that time I had no idea what  time it was, hadn’t noticed what time we took off, and had not the foggiest idea of when we’d likely touch down at Urbana/Grimes. I had no feeling for time, the way I feel it on the ground. In the course of a busy day, I have a knack for  silently “guessing” what time it is, and when I look at a nearby clock or “cell watch,” usually find my estimate was within 10 minutes of actual time, sometimes exactly on the minute. I wondered if this is now an insect “feels” time . . . . and has no concept of time. He is what he is, does what he does until a hungry sparrow or bat devours him to oblivion.  For that flight I was what I was, enjoyed the view of the  passing countryside below, wondered how it would have looked, say in 1816, if the  lay of that land away from cities, remotely resembled the land as it would have been when James Madison was president. “Spooky’s” engines, in the capable care of the the crew, droned steadily on, timeless in their steadiness.

In my early  rush out the door, I had also forgotten to bring earplugs which are free, right next to the door by the Horizon counter that exits to the ramp. Just forgot to pick up a sealed two-pack! Early into the air I decided my recently-acquired hearing aids, which had been functioning as designed and AMPLIFYING the 47’s engines, would better serve me if I turned them OFF, which I did. Then  I determined my ears would be better served if I took them out of my ears and put them into my shirt pocket with my useless writing paper and Chuck’s pen. THEN I realized I should put SOMETHING into my ears to lessen the audio from the engines. I had no tissue; figured small pieces of wadded note paper would help little if  at all. Solution: I tore off some thin plastic from the grocery bag where I was carrying AeroKnow Museum literature  (to share at Grimes) and crammed as much as I could into my ears. I believe they helped. Later I DID REMEMBER to remove the protection as soon as power was cut after parking.

Then, for the record, I unbuckled and moved forward to photograph Chuck, Keith and cockpit.

on the way back to the cabin I sat in the navigator’s and radioman’s seats directly behind the cockpit and photographed the astrodome from standing below it in the aisle. There was no way to take a picture from inside the astrodome because there were no steps nearby to allow me to ascend that high. NOT a big deal.

When I could tell we had commenced descent to destination (the landscape began getting larger) I began paying very close attention to the view. I soon recognized Grimes Field as we approached though I had seen it only from ground level a few years earlier. SomeHOW I felt like I was coming HOME. I can’t explain  the intense sense of fraternity that came to me like a spring breeze.

Waiting outside the door after it was opened was Lou. He explained he was the airport manager. He explained that “Spooky” would need to  be re-positioned slightly  to optimize aircraft movement from nearby  T-hangars to the apron. Chuck explained he needed to do  that pretty FAST before the engines cooled off . . . .  and he did. “Spooky” seemed somehow happy to feel grass under his feet during the short taxi.
We had arrived!

Part 3 of this saga will describe our time of the ground at Grimes and my brief return visit to the FABULOUS Champaign County Air Museum at one end of the airport. I had visited the incredible facility  a few years before and only one thing would get in my way.

That thing was lunch.

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