When I was about twelve, I had the good fortune of getting to know Mr. Bill Arnot. At the time, he owned the B-25 "Silver Lady" out in Breckenridge. I was one of many people, young and old, that got their first B-25 ride from him. More than once, I've seen him walk up to people looking at his airplane and start talking to them about it. Before you know it, he had people loaded up and taking them for a ride. I've seen very few people that enjoyed an airplane and sharing it with others as much as he did. Several people got their B-25 type ratings in the "Silver Lady" as well. I watched him refuse payment and fuel for other peoples pleasure many times.
One saturday at the Breckenridge airshow, He came and found me out on the oil truck and said he needed my help. He had a bunch of people lined up to take rides and he said he needed me to ride in the back and take care of things. Of course I accepted and crawled up the ladder. Behind me came a few passengers and Bill stuck his head up inside. He told them "ok, Brad is in charge back here because he knows how everything works. Yall be sure and listen to him." Then he walked off. We ended up taking four or five loads of riders that day and he always told them the same thing. I was maybe 14 or 15 at the time. It sure did make me feel important.
He sold the "Silver Lady" to Jack Erickson around 1994 or so. Last I saw her was about 2003 and she was sitting in the hanger at Tillimook, looking a little rough around the edges. His name was barely visible under the flight deck window.
One of my prized possesions is a hat the says "B-25J Silver Lady." You can see it in some of the pictures below. Mr. Arnot gave it to me in 1986. I met him at Midland in 1991 and I was still wearing the same hat. He said "Brad, that hat is just embarassing. Crawl up in the back there and get you a couple of new ones." I did, but I still wore the old hat up until a few years ago. It's looking pretty rough. When I last saw Mr. Arnot about six or seven years ago, I was still wearing that hat. He just laughed and said he wished he could have kept the airplane as long as I'd kept the hat. Up until I left for the Air Force, he sent me a new "Ghosts" calender every year for Christmas.
If there has ever been a kinder man involved in warbirds, I've never met him.
