Pilot in the making

One of the pleasures of hanging out in the passenger facilities at Friedrichshafen was getting to find out why people were traveling. I soon discovered that the people enjoying an ice cream, beer or the sunshine were not always passengers or their relatives. On one visit I sat at a table that included a charismatic two year old and his father. The boy was a big Zeppelin fan, and almost every weekend he came to eat ice cream and watch the ship landing and taking off. It struck me that this little boy was lucky for he lived in one of the only places in the world where a child could be regularly inspired by these beautiful aircraft and he could tell his teacher that he wished to be a Zeppelin pilot without being laughed at. I hope he never loses his enthusiasm, and that it won't be too long before he gets to fly.