So many good memories of Chuckmo.
Son-in-law Eric and I flew to the National Museum of the Air Force in Dayton. They had ceased giving tours of the restoration shop, I called Chuckmo, and a few minutes later the director of the restoration shop called and said, “I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”
You haven’t really had a tour of Key West until Chuckmo has shown you around.
Ray Brown and Chuck knew each other long before I met either one, but collectively they were nationally recognized experts on Swifts. In school, I did an independent study engineering project on Swifts. It was a pleasure to see actual Swift modifications in the works in Chuckmo’s and Ray’s hangars.
Hangar crawls at Chuck’s hangar always let to favorable reviews. Where else could one see a B-52 instrument panel, a T-37 cockpit, Chuck’s Kachina Varga, jet fighter ejection seats, a Swift being restored and modified, scads of AN hardware, original artwork by Chuck, documentation of aircraft relocations, and tons of military memorabilia.
The National Museum of Naval Aviation was a source of great pride for Chuck. I was privileged to spend time there with Chuck. He was on a first name basis with the museum director as well as other key personnel. His aircraft relocation team did lots of good work there, and being with Chuck gave me free run of the restoration shop there. It was good to know Chuckmo. On a trip there to relocate an A-7, we parked by a retired Blue Angel F-18. Chuckmo’s name is on the wall, in two places, at the recreated Cubi Point O Club at Subic Bay. Good times.
Chuck built a team of people who accomplished many challenging aircraft relocations. But their relocation accomplishments were, in my mind, secondary to the camaraderie among the crew. Chuck had a team that loved each other, supported each other, challenged each other, chided each other, and respected each other. It was inspiring to see them in operation, and to spend some time with them.
Chuck, and his good friend, Clint Rule, in their own low keyed way, made me feel a part of the community when Ida May and I first moved to Love’s Landing. The three of us were the only participants in the 0400 hours coffee-by-the-fire-pit events. We shared our deepest feelings with each other under the stars. Special, people, special times. I miss them.
We ate dinner many times at our favorite restaurant, Alfie’s. I could order for Chuck; he always had the ground steak, hold the onions and mushrooms, please, French fries, a bowl of loaded baked potato soup, a glass of wine (or two) and a diet coke. His favorite side for breakfast was sliced tomatoes. We also shared a love of Mexican food, and our final dinner together was at a newly discovered Mexican restaurant in Eustis.
Chuckmo was kind, considerate, and respectful. He loved the Navy, his family, his aircraft relocation crew, his community and his aviation friends. I miss him.
He was my friend. He was a good man.
Byron Covey