Hey peeps! No Suggest-A-Song Monday today; still playing catch-up. I was in Detroit/Kalamazoo/Battle Creek, Michigan all weekend for one of my brother's graduation from the School of Aviation at Western Michigan University. My brother has been a licensed pilot in different areas for some time now, and has now graduated. He has known he wanted to be a pilot since he was a wee tyke, so I am very impressed and proud that he has followed his dream all the way through. I remember when we were kids and a plane would go by and he would say, oh that sounds like a *insert engine or plane name here* and he would be fascinated by airports and everything. It feels good to be a black family that can say we have a pilot in the family. At age 22, no less. I have even been up in an airplane with him flying before; back in 2004 when he was only 18. How many of us can say we have literally put our lives in our sibling's hands before? Here are some pictures.
The new terminal at the main airport in Detroit. I like colors, so I couldn't help but to capture the changing scenes.
My brother, the graduate
Going clockwise from left: My father, brother #2, sister, brother #3, brother #1, stepmother, brother #1's girlfriend (kind of cut out the pic), grandmother, me, aunt.
My sister, 3 brothers, and me. Yes, I am the oldest and the shortest. Shut up.
My sister and I.
How was your weekend?