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At KING AEROSPACE, earning the right to wear the gold wings on your chest is something that is taken very seriously. Once an employee earns the right to wear the gold KING AEROSPACE wings, the employee is presented the wings in a formal ceremony. The KA logo is embroidered on a shirt presented to the employee. Hats, jackets and additional shirts with the KA logo embroidered on them are sometimes awarded at a later date.



Happy New Year! May 2018 bring only great things for you and your family! I keep a constant reminder of how I should live hanging on the walls of the places where you will routinely find me. It is on the wall of my residence bedroom, my KACC Ardmore apartment, my office in Addison and in my ranch house. I need the daily reminder to help keep me focused and I pray that I live up to the printed words. I borrowed these words years ago from someone to help guide me in my daily life and I want to share them with you. May you all find them helpful and meaningful in your own lives. May we all live up to them all of the days of 2018 with God’s favor!



I am a little reluctant to share this story but saying something that might be embarrassing has never stopped me before so here goes: I don’t recall my father ever telling me he loved me. I knew he loved me but he just never did say it. I freely tell my kids that I love them and strive to demonstrate my love to my wife of 31 years. I’ve said it to others but at times it just felt a little strange.READ MORE


It was recently announced that my old company, Associated Air Center (AAC), will be closing at the end of this year. It is sad to see a seventy year old company go away. Unfortunately, there are several other businesses that you and I can also recall shutting down in a number of other industries.




I don’t know about you, but I feel awful! It seems that every day, when I watch the evening news while eating dinner, I see devastation created as a result of the recent hurricanes and flooding.




On August 12, 2017, I had the honor to be present with my family at Gethsemane Lutheran Church, my boyhood church in San Antonio, as a childcare center was dedicated in honor of my mother, Angela King Mosley. Mom was born in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico as Angela Echevarria and then married my dad and became Angela King. After my father’s death, she remarried and became known as Angela King Mosley.READ MORE


I have a true confession about my communication challenges. It’s a little embarrassing, but here it is: I still own and use a flip phone! Not only is it a flip phone, but the Puerto Rican in me moved me to customize it. I put J-B weld where there once was a display that showed the time and date and I filled in the camera lens.



Two weeks ago, I was standing out on the ramp at KACC’s Ardmore facility in the hot Oklahoma sun. I was shoulder to shoulder with others from KACC in our standard aircraft delivery formation, showing our respect to the customer and crew that had just entrusted us with their project and lives.



When I hear the word “paranoia” I think negatively of a mental condition. But, being “paranoid” is not always negative. Two of our KING AEROSPACE Cornerstone Principles require demonstrating “Pro-Active/Problem Solving Attitudes” and “Quality in Everything (“No Excuses”).” Living principles and professed convictions of service to God, Country and Family creates in me a very conscious and never ending paranoia. I do not want to fail those who place their trust in us.



I finally made it to the “Promised Land!!” I guess I need to add that I was not able to stay, so I am back at work trying harder to be able to one day permanently reside in the “Promised Land” up above.



I, like you, am blessed to find myself surrounded by Angels and Heroes if I just take the time to look around. I don’t know how many I have overlooked, but I can thankfully think of some of those I have made the effort to see.



As I look back over the years, remember that I have provided a lot of free meals to all sorts of people without ever really thinking about it. Maybe it is because there was once a point in my life when I would go a couple of days without much to eat or maybe it is because as a teenager there were many times that I would let my date order her meal first so I could calculate how much money I had left and determine if or what I would order. For most of my adult life, when I eat with someone, my personal policy is to always buy the meal. It is “My treat.” I have explained my policy countless times: “I always buy the meal so get whatever you want. If I ruin your meal, at least I paid for it.” Unfortunately, I have ruined a few meals for others over the years and some of my own!



It seems that hearts, or valentines, have always been special to me. I was born “Deep in the Heart of Texas” in San Antonio. My mentors, Herb and Colleen, always had hearts displayed somewhere as they operated Southwest Airlines. More importantly, the environment they fostered at Southwest Airlines was always “straight from the heart.” My mother and father’s favorite song was “Cuando Caliente Del Sol” or “Love Me with All of Your Heart.” The wedding ring I gave my wife was a heart shaped single diamond. Mariachis sang “Cuando Caliente Del Sol” at our wedding and this song has become our song. My valentine for over thirty years has always allowed me to follow my heart (or tolerated it).


Here We Go Again!


herewegoagainIt’s a new year and we’re still around to celebrate!

Maybe we need to think about what our presence means.
I am sure you have your own thoughts. I’m willing to share mine, right or wrong.


For Christmas – A Post Election Prayer


Most of the time I begin and end my day with prayers for people and situations. The day after the recent Presidential election I said this prayer that I got from my deceased mother’s prayer book entitled, “Our Country.” I have said this prayer many times in the past but the words never resonated stronger or deeper within my heart than they did the day after the election. The prayer says nothing about Republicans, Democrats, Independents, the Tea Party, Conservatives or Liberals. I cherish this prayer and want to share it with you.


I Am Those People!



I grew up watching black and white television shows. The shows I loved would probably not be regarded as politically correct today but “it is what it is.” I watched “The Little Rascals,” “The Life of Riley,” “The Real McCoys,” “Dragnet,” “The Honeymooners” and “I Love Lucy” (Ricky Ricardo’s English was better than my own mother’s English). How can I forget “The Lone Ranger”,” Bonanza,” “Have Gun Will Travel,” “The Rifleman” and “Roy Rogers” plus Audie Murphy but my all-time favorite was the “Amos and Andy Show.”


Who Would You Say?



I often ask people, “Who is the happiest person you know?”

The reason I ask this question is because it appears to me that more and more people are not happy despite continually seeking happiness. I cannot help but wonder if it has always been this way, or if our modern society of instant gratification has helped create this environment and my perception.


Coach’s Son Syndrome?

More than once in my life I have had a young person say, “I wish that you were my dad.” I always respond the same way, “If you knew what I expect of my kids, you probably wouldn’t feel that way.” I think of it as when the coach’s son or daughter is in a starting position, especially in a high profile position. The kid better work twice as hard as anyone else and better perform or you are just inviting the naysayers. The promotion of my son to President of the KING AEROSPACE Companies is something that was earned. I tried to raise my son and daughter to take care of themselves with values and hard work. They were given opportunities but it was up to them to sink or swim.


In The Pit?


I will never forget several years ago when I drove past the lagoon shown in this picture. In disbelief, I saw two trespassers fishing in what was essentially a waste treatment plant! I am confident that if they caught a fish, it didn’t take them long to figure out that it smelled terrible for a reason.

Fourth of July Memories

4th of July at the King Ranch

Most Americans have good memories of things they have done on July 4th. I hosted an old fashioned July 4th celebration at my ranch for a number of years; activities included barbeque, horseback riding, hay rides, fishing and even a greased hog catching contest.

Black Box Thinking

Aircraft Flight Recorder

The flight data recorder, often referred to as the “black box,” can generally be defined as a sealed recording instrument installed in every aircraft that makes a continuous record of flight altitude, airspeed, heading, accelerations, voices and noises heard in the cockpit.  These units are installed in fireproof housings and are mounted in the tails of aircraft and retrieved upon a crash to study the data recorded.  READ MORE

Magical Medical Memories

Magical Medical Memories

A couple of weeks ago, I was with my family at an upscale restaurant in Dallas for lunch. When the twenty-something year old waitress approached our table to take our drink order, she did a very, very quick double take at my wife, Barbara, and said very pointedly: “You are a nurse at Children’s Hospital.” Barbara and I were both shocked. She told the young lady, “Well, yes, I was once a nurse at Children’s but it was many years ago.” The young lady then said “No, you were one of my nurses and you worked on the fifth floor and I remember you.” Again, Barbara and I were very shocked because Barbara had worked on the fifth floor.  The young lady then went on to share with us that she is 28 years old and that she spent four months in a coma at Children’s Medical Center in Dallas and that she was in and out of the hospital several times between the ages of six and sixteen and that she had no doubt that Barbara was one of her nurses. At this point, we did the math and learned that it was quite possible that Barbara could have been one of her care providers and had apparently touched this young lady’s life.


The Spring of Life

Deer standing in bluebonnets.

I always feel a sense of a new beginning at the end of winter and the Lenten season and after the Easter celebration.  The Texas countryside almost is always green around Easter and Texas bluebonnets and other wild flowers are in full bloom.  All over the Texas countryside whitetail fawns can be found along with other animals that have begun their new life journey.  The miracle of life is beyond my comprehension and gives me a feeling of awe.  I have many fond spring memories of sitting on my John Deere tractor at my ranch planting crops and then anxiously waiting to see the first signs of them sprouting, often in amazement.  As I reflect back over the years, I cannot forget that spring is the time for the start of football and youth baseball practice, as the past seasons become less memorable and plans for the future become the focus. Also, how can we overlook the fact that we even set our clocks in the spring to “spring forward?”


Special Cookies

Recently I was at our KING AEROSPACE Commercial Corporation Ardmore, Oklahoma aircraft maintenance and modification facility for just a few hours.  I drove up from our Home Office early in the day and wanted to get back on the road to Dallas by noon.  I wanted to visit some friends, who are young parents and whose young children had been in and out of the Intensive Care Unit at Children’s Hospital. I asked our chef, Larry Core of JAKE’S JOINT, to let the pastry chef, Cathy Cox, know that I needed two dozen cookies to take back to Dallas with me by noon.


Super Bowl Dreams?

It feels a little strange when a parent uses their child’s analogies, or at least it does for me, but I am guilty. For 17 years my son, Jarid, played football and completed his career by playing five years for a Division One college team. He was blessed to have been on a team that experienced five college bowl games during his tenure…