I'm here in Ohio attending some National Aviation Hall of Fame (NAHF) events. Every year the NAHF inducts four aviators into the hall of fame. This year, one of the inductees is Jerrie Cobb. Since she is unable to attend, one of her compatriots, Rhea Woltman, will be accepting the award on her behalf. The award will be presented by Eileen Collins, the first female space shuttle commander. You should google these women as they all have had distinguished careers in aviation.
Anyhoo, I attended a reception tonight that kicked off the weekend's festivities. It's a really, really, really loooooooong story, but I've become somewhat chummy with Rhea Woltman and I was chatting with her, Rhea's Air Force escort, and Eileen Collins for awhile at the reception. The official photographer for the event was having a field day and snapping tons of photos of our group. I've been laughing thinking about how he will be looking at these pictures later and wondering who the heck the mystery woman (me) is.
Another photographer was taking a picture of Keith Ferris (an aviation artist who is also being inducted into the NAHF this year) and was trying desperately to get me in the picture too. I assumed he thought I was a member of Mr. Ferris' party, but the fact I was standing next to Mr. Ferris was mere coincidence so I moved myself out of the shot. I thought I had been successful until the photographer came up to me shortly after that, handed me his business card, and said I should email him for the picture he snapped of me. LOL. I absolutely didn't get "he's hitting on me" vibes so I'm not sure what that was about.
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