Million Air Anniversary.

**I started working on this post in June of 2016.
It was going to be about all the magical milestones I’ve experienced in five years at Million Air Medford, and there would be jokes about how I received my 5-year award very close to a year late.

January 24th, 2017 I was presented with my 5-year longevity award.
‘It’s time to take a cute picture with my award and finalize my blog post!’ – I thought.

January 26th, 2017 the loss of a co-worker and dear friend shook the Million Air MFR family.

So the theme of this post has shifted.
From a memoir: ‘5 years in the life of Dani,’
To a tribute: ’67 months with a great man – Ronald William Brady.’

Ron Brady hated having his picture taken, so I’d hit him hard with that sneak attack.


His chuckle is one-of-a-kind.
His Grumpy Gus voice is unforgettable.
He gave me horrible life advice like, ‘Marry for money. You’ll learn to love.’
And said, ‘You can help us throw bags. You’re a little manly like that.’
He’d ask Air Traffic Control  the important questions like, ‘Why you busting my balls, man?’
The guy loved aviation, crossword puzzles, and Black Velvet.
His work ethic was second to none;
He ran circles around line guys 1/3 his age.
He’d always say that he would die on the airport; and we all knew he was right.

We spent many a holiday and birthday together.
(He turned 75 on January 13th!)
He wouldn’t walk past me without shaking my chair or squeezing my arm.
It was my honor to sit with him at our Company Christmas Party as he was awarded Employee of the Year 2016;
The only Million Air MFR Christmas Party he had ever attended.


January 26th

I stopped by work to grab a drink before class.

‘Goodbye, Ron.’
– I said in my best Grumpy Gus voice as I left the lobby.
‘Yeah, goodbye, Dani.’
– He said with a chuckle.

January 26th

I returned to work after class.
And he was gone.

So here’s to a man who charted the Pacific Crest Trail on the back of a Golden Palomino.
A man who lead the Pear Blossom Parade in a white Stetson.
A man who inspired me to relentlessly pursue a relationship with my own grandparents.
A man who was known and loved by all who stepped foot on the Rogue Valley International Medford Airport.
A man who’s passing has single-handedly spiked the sale of Black Velvet in the Rogue Valley.
The man, the myth, and legend.
The real deal.
The one and only, Ron Brady.
My favorite Grumpy Gus ❤


– Dani
😉 🙂 😀

PS: A celebration of the life of Ronald William Brady will be held at the Medford Airport on Tuesday 07 February 2017 at 2:30 PM in the Superior Air Hangar located at 2080 Milligan Way Medford Oregon 97504.
The family is having a private service earlier in the day.
Family, friends, coworkers, airport personnel, Civil Air Patrol and fellow aviators are invited to attend.

Sickie snacks. 

A couple years ago I got very sick.
A head cold.
I did not handle it with grace.

I spent the afternoon laying in bed, sending my dad pitiful selfies to prove that this stuffy nose would, in fact, be the death of me.  

Around 23:30, I heard a knock at my door and received a text from my dad that said, ‘Open up.’

I opened the door to see my parents standing on my porch with a grocery bag full of Chicken & Stars and strawberry milk;
Sickie snacks. 

After exchanging possession of ‘the goods’ my parents waved,
exclaimed, ‘see you for thanksgiving!’
and immediately headed back to Brookings.

My dad had worked 08:00-17:30 at one job, roughly 18:00-20:00 at his second job, driven 6 hours round trip, and was back at work 08:00 the next day.
Just to bring me some sickie snacks. 

Some people hear that story and say, ‘Well aren’t you a princess. My parents would never do that for me.’

They’re right. I am a princess.

Don’t mind this unwarranted selfie. Just wanted to remind everyone that my eyes look like limestone.

But there’s more. 

Your parents might not drive 6 hours to bring you goodies that you could easily buy yourself from the store that’s 3 blocks away if you chose to handle the situation like an adult;
And that’s completely understandable.

But Jesus would do it for you.
(Didn’t see that coming!)
And I know that for a fact, because in the Gospels (Matthew 8, Mark 5, and Luke 8,) Jesus got into a boat, crossed a whole entire sea, went up to one guy (Matthew says two guys. I don’t know why. Ask Jesus,) cast out demons, brought healing, gave him new clothes, probably a fresh-looking shave, made him look all sorts of fly, gave him some food, got back in the boat, and went back to the same place he had come from.

He literally crossed a sea to take sickie snacks to one dude.
(probably Chicken & Stars and strawberry milk. He is the Lord, after all.)

Now in another book of the Bible that I don’t remember right at this very second (it’s Mark 9:28 and Luke 9:49,)
The disciples said, ‘There was a guy casting out demons in Your name. We told him to stop, because he don’t hang.’
And Jesus said, ‘Fo’ real?! Don’t do that. He cool.’

Don’t worry about the relaxed nature of my paraphrasing.
My point is that there were people during that time who could cast out demons other then the 13 main characters that we all know and love.

God totally could have sent someone else to go and help this guy.
Just like He sent Jonah to Nineveh.
Or like my dad could have called my Aunt and Uncle who live 9/10 of a mile from my house and asked them to bring me a care package.

Probably would have been cheaper and way more efficient in both instances.

But it wouldn’t have been as impactful or made the recipient feel like a Prince or Princess.
And we wouldn’t have this iconic blog post today.
Praise God.

So instead, Jesus knew of the Demoniac, climbed into a boat, calmed an entire maritime storm by shouting ‘STOP IT! MY BABY NEEDS ME!’ (Loose translation, but I’m sure it’s close..) crossed the sea, made sure his little pumpkin was taken care of, and then just went right back home.

Like my parents did.

I hope you enjoyed this anecdotal reminder that Jesus is a good Padre.
I’ll conclude with an actual picture of the afore mentioned sickie snacks; circa 2014.


Remember taking pictures with a webcam? Those were quaint days.

– Dani
😉 🙂 😀

(This post was inspired by a section in The Heart of the Prophetic by Ivan Roman. Pick it up on Amazon by clicking here. It’s real good. And his translations are probably more accurate than mine are. You’ll love it.)