The gentleman who saved the aeroplane in this old thread, Bob McIntyre, died today.
He was a great guy, the local TV weatherman and a celebrity, and he loved the Moth. He took a ride in it when he was about 60, and then declared, "I'm going to learn to fly, get myself trained, and then take this thing up myself."
And he did. From scratch.
His Dad was a WWII RCAF pilot, who learned and then Instructed on the Moth and others. He was long-dead by the time Bob started flight training, but in accomplishing this goal Bob linked up with him. They shared something. And Bob absolutely LIVED for it.
He made himself available to the museum (Edenvale Classic Aircraft Foundation) to take people up, and never turned down a flight. He flew so often that he became known as "The Moth Hog". (He enjoyed that!)
He had cancer for about 15 years (throat). Inoperable. He'd have a chemo treatment, lose all his hair, feel horrible for 2 months, get back on his feet, and then fly for another six. Then, another chemo...
The treatments kept him alive, but eventually affected his lungs and he couldn't keep breathing.
I did a lot of his training, and will miss him. Tonight I raise a glass to him.

Dave