Hangar Tales

My name is Edgar McElroy. My friends call me “Mac”. I was born and raised in Ennis , Texas the youngest of five children, son of Harry and Jennie McElroy. Folks say that I was the quiet one. We lived at 609 North Dallas Street and attended the Presbyterian Church. My dad had an auto […]

 In those ancient days, the blue skies of Western Florida were kept clear of hordes of Commie bombers by airplane drivers who wore spiffy blue flight suits, gaily checkered ascots, and shiny black flight boots.  Each day, they launched their mighty delta-shaped craft into the stratosphere over the Gulf, skillfully following the electronic chess moves […]

Among professional aviators, there’s a well-worn saying: Flying is simply hours of boredom punctuated by moments of stark terror.  But I don’t recall too many periods of boredom during my 30-year career with Lockheed, most of which was spent as a test pilot.  By far, the most memorable flight occurred on Jan. 25, 1966.  Jim […]