The Death of Bruce Wayne
During the late 1960s and early ‘70s I was a big AM radio fan. I was growing up, and personality radio was my companion on the journey. I was also an aspiring flier.
When I was 12, I used to sit at the desk in my bedroom, prop up a picture of an airplane control panel, and pretend that I was a traffic reporter over the Los Angeles skies. In my imagination, my colleague was Bruce Wayne.
He inspired me during my long efforts to establish a career in aviation, and when I got a job at Fullerton Airport as a fuel truck driver, I finally got to work, in a minor way, alongside the man.
Now his voice is not there. I won’t be able to punch that button on my car radio to get his latest report, but as a pilot I’ll always be able to put my finger on the memory.
I will miss the man, and be calmed only in the knowledge that he has reached out and touched the face of God.
STEVEN AMAYA
Glendale
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