A miracle of modern life is the ability to fly. As a kid, me and my buddies would ride our bikes out to Castle Air Force Base, lie down near the far end of the runway and look up as B-52 bombers came in for a landing. The roar of their eight jet engines shook the ground as they blotted out the sun over us. Wow!
Along the way I’ve flown in a blimp over Philadelphia, sailed over Florida in a glider, took a seat in a Piper Cub powering toward the crest of the Sierras, and ridden in the cockpit of a DC-8 jetliner traveling between Switzerland and Belgium. But helicopters? Never been close to one.
Recently I spotted three sitting out in the open near Warminster. I stopped to take a look and discovered an aircraft museum dedicated to a local Bryn Athyn, Pa., man who perfected vertical takeoff in the 1920s.
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Photo by Carl LaVO, The Intelligencer
