Scott was the kid that was into everything from playing music to flying planes. Scott loved planes. As a kid he was a regular at the local R/C model field. When he was not there he was flying models out of our back yard. Usually flight testing one his latest one off designs. Scott loved life and he was into off-roading, rebuilding cars, playing the drums for the youth band at church and flying planes. On his 16th birthday Scott soloed a Piper J-3 then jumped into a Partenavia six place twin and soloed that also. Scott would daily ride his bike to the airport and take off in the Cub or the Partenavia. We trusted Scott to fly the planes but driving our car, not so much! On one occasion I happened to taxi out in the State owned Partenavia at the same time Scott was taxing out. I remember how strange it was to watch my 16 year old son fly off to Santa Maria (150miles away) to meet up with my father. Scott went on to be a commercial pilot in Alaska. In 2011 Scott died in a plane crash near Bethel Alaska. People have asked how do you deal with something like that? Like this: I had the joy (most of the time) to be Scott's dad for 24 years. In that time we did more stuff and had more adventures than I could even begin to write down. Most people don't get to do even a fraction of what Scott did in a 80 year lifetime. I thank God for the wonderful time we had and look forward to being together again.