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AIN Blog: Aviation's balsa roots
I spent most of my childhood summers on my grandfather’s farm, in the misty hollows that nestle in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. In an age

I spent most of my childhood summers on my grandfather’s farm, in the misty hollows that nestle in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina.

In an age when every mistake in one’s life is attributable to a terrible childhood, I have no such excuse. I have only myself to blame. Whatever the road, it was of my choosing. And that is how this story begins, a near-lifetime ago.