Interesting question. About 10 years ago, I had the opportunity to answer that question for myself.
I had read and loved Richard's books since JLS was published. I always wondered what I would do/say if I ever met him on the ramp at some airport.
And then... through an extremely improbable series of events, I did meet him. Several times, as a matter of fact. The first time I met him I tried not to be too much of an idiotic star-struck fan, and I like to believe that largely succeeded. I don't remember much about what we talked about, but I do remember that it was very wide-ranging, covering a multitude of subjects.
I had the opportunity to visit his home north of Seattle. I was extremely impressed with his library; again, the books covered many subjects.
Oh yes, I met Leslie as well. She was a lovely person -- gracious and very kind.
This-and-that happened, and it came about that I got to fly with him in Daisy, his Cessna Skymaster. Me, one of Richard Bach's fans, went flying with him (I still have a hard time believing it!). We flew on a day that was made for flying -- puffy clouds with wide valleys. If we were not strictly VFR at all times, so what.
When we took off I murmured the words from RFS: "Go, Daisy, Go!" I heard an soft echo from Richard. In my mind ran the opening line from High Flight: "Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings." Surely we left the planet and were in a completely different realm.
He let me fly Daisy. My oh my.
After 30 minutes or so (don't know actually how long), we headed back to the airport. He was the consumate pilot, asking me to look out the window to verify gear down. He was heading home directly after dropping me off, so he didn't shut down the engines.
I struggled to find the words to convey my thanks for not only the flight, but for everything he had ever done for me via his writing. Words failed me. I looked at him and he at me, then he said this:
"It's where we belong, Ray."
And that was enough.
He took off, went through the pattern and then made high-speed pass perhaps 50 feet off the deck. Of course I waved, even though I knew he was probably concentrating on flying. And off he went.
I didn't see Richard until years later. Ran into him at the EAA Arlington Fly-In -- nothing by chance -- standing next to a Fleet bi-plane. Didn't say too much to him; I respect his need for privacy.
And I did see him at a lecture he gave. Funny, but all the times I saw him I neglected to get my books autographed! So, I thought I'd catch up. Here's the picture as well as his inscription:
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