


He told Sky where he could step, where he couldn't and then helped him up on the wing and into the cockpit of the Mk Vb Spitfire. Sky sat there for quite awhile and then I got to go in and place my hands on the controls that Don Blakeslee once used to pilot the plane over England. I got out, we profusely thanked him and then walked back to our Fairchild with broad smiles on our faces.
Later that night we were out looking at the Mustangs. I was over looking up at the cockpit from the left wing with Sky reading the signs posted in front of the right wing. All of a sudden, a big man (John Muszala) walks my direction with Sky in tow saying, "If he wants to sit in the cockpit, just hoist up behind the wing. He can sit there as long as he wants." I asked Sky if he had asked if he could, but he said John had just invited him to sit in the Mustang.
I lifted him up on the wing (He's getting heavy!), one of John's workers was already there and hand slid the Malcom Hood back so Sky could get into the cockpit. I handed him my camera and he got a great shot of Sky sitting in the cockpit looking like a WWII fighter pilot.
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