Gaylord Keith  Vasconcellos
In Memory of
Gaylord Keith 
Vasconcellos
1932 - 2015
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Condolence From: Patrick clar
Condolence: Keith

You were my hero, I looked up to you respected and admired you. I'll miss our emails and get togethers in HNL or when you would stop by the house. You were a first class aviator. Fly West and I'll meet you on the other side for a beer.


BURO

Pat
Thursday February 12, 2015
Condolence From: Eric
Condolence: Keith, we had some laughs, serious and not so serious conversations. We had a few drinks and some great times that I will always remember. Go in peace, go with God. I will miss you my friend.
Sunday February 08, 2015
Condolence From: Charlie
Condolence: God speed and traveling mercies Keith my friend I will miss you I will miss your great laugh save me a place at the great wing ding
Saturday February 07, 2015
Condolence From: Hank Bruckner
Condolence: Keith,

We shared a lot of laughs. You are a good friend and I'll miss you. God Rest.

Hank
Saturday February 07, 2015
Condolence From: Bill Darrow, Honolulu
Condolence: Dear Keith,
I will miss you dearly my friend. Here's your favorite poem..........Flying West:

Flying West

I hope there’s a place way up in the sky,
where pilots can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
for a friend or comrade, whose memory is dear.
A place no doctor or lawyer could tread,
nor a management type would ‘ere be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place: kind of dark, full of smoke,
where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of place a lady could go
and feel safe and protected by the men she would know.

There must be a place where old pilots go
when their wings get too weary, and their airspeed gets low.
Where the whiskey is old and the women are young,
and songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who’d flown west before,
and they would call out your name, as you came thru the door,
who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad
and relate to others, "He was quite a good lad!"

And then through the mist you’d spot an old guy
you had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He’d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
and say, "Welcome home son, I’m pleased that you’re here!"
For this is the place where true flyers come
when the battles are over and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last to be safe and afar
from Government Clerk and the Management Czar,
Politicians and Lawyers, the Feds and the noise,
where all hours are happy, and these good old boys
can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
"This is heaven, my son.....you’ve passed your last test!"


By: Captain Michael Larkin, TWA Retired

Special Note:
Written in 1991 upon the passing of TWA Captain Edward R. "Buddy" Boland, and first published by Airline Pilot magazine in February 1995 to commemorate the passing of Captain Hamilton "Ham" Lee, ALPA founding member and #1 on the UAL seniority list.

Saturday February 07, 2015