$6K goal met for Dahl fund! Thank you, FlyerTalkers

[Comicwoman]

I have agreed to organize a lunch or dinner the day of the event. Can the winners let me know if they prefer lunch or dinner, and whether they want to be by MSP, downtown, or the event. Or none of the above.

PMs work well.

[DLroads]

Dear Capt. Denny, Dear Greg and Dear Golden Wings employees, technitians and volunteers,

I would like to thank you (THANK YOU!) for a wonderful visit and for your support of the Dahl fund. This was an incredible experience. I am sitting now at the MSP lounge, and I am so excited I had the opportunity to experience it all at your aviation 'candy store'. It means the world to me, and I am sure it means the world to the fine young students supported by the Dahl Scholarship. It was a sad week with the passing of Sandy Dahl for the Dahl family, the fund, and the friends and supporters. I am sure that the Dahl's spirit would long live through the fund, and I am so greatful that you- Greg, Denny, and your fellows, along with us at Flyertalk, are standing together to support that.

Thank you again for this opprotunity. I am happy I had the 'winning raffle ticket' but I am even happier that we all, together, as a community of flyers and aviation fans- stand at the right side of right, and support the aviation aspirations of the new generation. Seeing the happy visitors in your 'hanger' makes it clear that we must do it for them.

All the best, and may the spirit of the Dahl scholarship and family long live,

DLroads

PS- uploading pictures, but in the meantime, here is one (not of our plane, though, just a nice sunny day)

[JDiver]

"Captain"
by Rick Barlow

When you call me "Captain",
If I took a poll,
Would find few comprehending,
The price I paid, the toll.

To wear four stripes upon my sleeve
Laurels o'er my brow,
And sit in high commanding places,
To peer beyond the prow.

The hours, days, months, years,
And "why is daddy gone?”
The awful, silent, empty nights,
My wife has sat...alone.

The missions flown in distant lands,
The friends forever gone,
Or seeing ONCE the havoc wrought,
With merely human hands.

The dead of night, red eye flight,
Begun at dusk till early dawn,
Or why I always had to fight,
For simple pleasures, mow the lawn.

Bearing souls to many places,
Joyous, anxious, wanting faces.
For their safety ne're abstained,
Fatigue endured, and meals refrained.

My honored craft and how this hand
Will place you soft upon the land,
And all for "love" you can not see,
No one would know, 'tis not to be.