I have been vacationing on the Outer Banks of North Carolina since my college days. I love it there, miss it when I’m gone and count the days until I return.

The Outer Banks is also the birthplace of my desire to fly in a biplane.

I’ve always found those old airplanes intriguing, but there has been a blue and gold one flying over my head, year after year, at the beach that got into my head. I’d watch that plane go by, I’d think about it and think about the someday when I’d be in it.