A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
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A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
They say God only takes the good ones... well this weekend that was certainly true for us here at Algonquin Flight Centre, North Bay.
It is with great sadness and regret that I inform you that Ron McDonald, former CFI, passed away suddenly on Saturday night, December 15th, 2007.
Ron was an icon in our aviation community. He was best known for his wonderful character and outstanding personality. Ron was a mentor for so many students and instructors over the years. He developed the first class training programs we use here at Algonquin. He's always had a vision of what flight training should be and we will strive to acheive his vision and carry on his legacy into the future.
He will be sorely missed by all. Godspeed Ron
FLYING WEST
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my Son, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"
It is with great sadness and regret that I inform you that Ron McDonald, former CFI, passed away suddenly on Saturday night, December 15th, 2007.
Ron was an icon in our aviation community. He was best known for his wonderful character and outstanding personality. Ron was a mentor for so many students and instructors over the years. He developed the first class training programs we use here at Algonquin. He's always had a vision of what flight training should be and we will strive to acheive his vision and carry on his legacy into the future.
He will be sorely missed by all. Godspeed Ron
FLYING WEST
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my Son, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"
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Re: A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
God speed Ron. I don't know where I'd be without the start you gave me.
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Re: A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
Rest in peace Ron. Although our meeting was brief it was very impressionable. My condolences to family and staff at Algonquin flight centre.
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Re: A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
Ron was a great instructor with an unbelievable knowledge of flying. It was his passion and will continue to be. Thanks Ron for your time and knowledge you gave me. RIP
Re: A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
Ron was a great instructor with an unbelievable knowledge of flying. It was his passion and will continue to be. Thanks Ron for your time and knowledge you gave me. RIP
Re: A sad day for Algonquin Flight Centre
Ron was a great instructor with an unbelievable knowledge of flying. It was his passion and will continue to be. Thanks Ron for your time and knowledge you gave me. RIP