Around 1989ish, a work buddy of mine invited me to a fly-in at his R/C airplane club. Before this, I had no idea anything like an R/C club existed.
As kids, our parents did not expose us to anything like that. Neither of them had been around remote control 'toys,' so we weren't encouraged. My first impression of that event was "WOW! I gotta learn to do that!"
Shortly afterwards, I joined the Congaree Flyers of central South Carolina. I built a SIG Seniorita and got help from a club instructor, Percy Rogerson. About 15 months passed, and I still hadn't soloed. We finally figured out I needed eyeglasses. That did the trick as my solo flight came about 3 weeks later. Soon afterward, my son took the trainer sticks, and only a few sessions later, he soloed. 1995 came, and the club secretary treasurer wanted to take a break.
Guess who took those jobs ... yes, I was voted into the fray. I'm still the club's secretary treasurer today.
