I also remember Mr. C. sticking up for me. A few of the museum members at that time were not happy to have young people around. I was there with about 3 or 4 others around my age. These few would normally try and keep us doing things in the gift shop or anything else away from the planes. Keep in mind not all of them were that way, but a select few. Just enough to make it tough. And keep in mind that we weren't kids that were half interested in it, or anything. We were kids that wanted to be there, and were thrilled when we got to clean parts for the B-26, help cover the fabric surfaces on the B-17, and so on. Some just felt that kids had no place at this museum. Anyway, I loved the b-25, and when I met the guys that were going to get it read to go, I asked if they needed any help. They said that they could use me, so I started working with them. When one of the anti kids people saw that, he right away complained that I was not working on a museum aircraft and was not covered on the museum's insurance. Randy went in and spoke on my behalf stating that I was a help and was thankful for another body. Then the same anit-kid guy told me that I needed to stop working on the B-25 and handed me a shovel and said I needed to go and patch pot holes in the service road to the airport. Randy saw this while he was on the phone with MR. C. and mentioned the issue. Later Mr.C called the museum to set things straight, and Randy told a few people where to put their shovel. That was one of the coolest things someone ever did to stand up for me. From then on even after the B-25 left, everyone at the museum treated me a little bit more as an equal than a 2nd class citizen.
_________________ Chris Henry EAA Aviation Museum Manager
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