A personal Bob Hoover memory. Right after getting my wings I was home for a awhile on the way to North Island. There was an airshow in town and some of my old flying buddies from college were volunteers setting up for the show. I came along and set up my share of cones, show line tape, barricades and even help some of the airshow pilots turn their aircraft around after practice. As afternoon wore on and actively slowed, I walked the line looking at airplanes. I came upon Bob Hoover at a T-28C. We started to talk about the T-28 and the relative differences between them. When he referenced the tail hook I mentioned I was Navy. He was thrilled to hear I just got my wings and was a classic airplane guy before the Navy. He appreciated all the work the volunteers had done. He said he was going to fly his practice the next morning, day of the show, bright and early. If I wanted to come along in the Mustang jumpseat I could. We arranged a time. I show up next morning, a good 15 minutes early, only to see him taxing off with a pretty young lady in the back seat!!! Karma is a bitch though. After his second day airshow performance he nearly landed the Mustang gear up. Got a late go around call as everyone assumed it was a low pass. He curled the props but made it back around for a safe landing. RIP