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Who is Budd Davisson?
Just to put this blog thing in context: I'm a small town
Nebraska boy (Seward) who found a professional home in a number
of different places including aviation, magazines, music and
some other semi-escoteric arenas. They'll pop up in some of these
commentaries.
I've been flying since I was fifteen, flown over
three hundred different types, type rated in B-25's and P-38s,
logged time in P-51s, Bearcats, Spitfires, etc.. All of this
has been in support of doing nearly 3,000 magazine articles and
300+ cover photos. The Grassroots column has been running
in one form or another for thirty-nine years. Oh, yeah...had
a one-man photo show hanging in the Smithsonian's National Air and
Space Museum for 8 years (Air Show: An exhibition of photography
by Budd Davisson) and I've
been running a Pitts-only flight school for thirty-six years boasting "I
can teach ANYONE to land a Pitts." I've logged somewhere on the
high side of 4,000 hours of dual-given in that venture. Oops forgot:
I'm Editor-in-Chief of Flight
Journal magazine and have been since its beginning eleven years
ago.\
I keep forgetting stuff: I pubished two novels and two non-fiction
books just to lend some credibility to
my poverty.
For most of the '60's I split my time between
cockpits and stages, as I drove 35,000 miles a year while in undergraduate
and graduate school touring as a guitar player/singer: Being
part of the '60's music scene has always colored my outlook on life.
I am still a fair to middlin' blues picker. I eventually got a BS
in aeronautical engineering and an MBA in finance/marketing. All
that education didn't do me much good on the job market because I'm
chronically unemployable: I've had W-2 income for exactly two years
in my entire adult life. You'll never see me
in anything but boots and jeans except at airshows where boots kill
my back, so I give in and wear sneakers to protect my back and a
Stetson to protect my nose (and ears, and cheeks, and...).
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