You see, we’re planning our first annual fundraiser, Maxapalooza. There are certain elements that we absolutely have to have at the event in order to really make it a proper Max memorial. Of all the elements we have been hell bent on honoring, the biggest two are planes and skateboarding – two things, we have found, that are hard to combine from a logistical point of view. I’ve been searching for the right venue since November and am getting ready to cave. Any dumb parking lot will do.
Back to Monday…
Friday night I had volunteered at a big fundraiser for SD Childrens Hosp and had a post-event meeting scheduled to attend Monday morning. That morning I received a call saying everything went great at the event and the meeting isn’t necessary. So after dropping Hannah & Nicky off at their schools I headed home and decided to make one more call to Palomar Airport to try to get a hangar for Maxapalooza. My first call gifted me with the name and number to one of the biggest hangars at the airport. I phoned and he explained that renting hangars for events isn’t in their standard operating procedures, but they’ve done it in the past and he had a space I could look at. “Great,” I answered. “I can be there at 10:00.”
Thirty minutes later we’re opening the door to one of the hangars he had in mind and guess what’s parked inside. P51 Mustang. I stood there staring, “Is that a Mustang? That’s Max’s favorite plane.” I don’t think he believed me. ha ha!The space ended up being great. Very close to what we had originally hoped for. This turn of events on a Monday morn has me feeling great. (Oh – Social D’s Ring of Fire played on the radio on my drive home.)
Later that afternoon my hangar contact calls. We’re on speaker phone with another person who works at the hangar. They had opened Max’s Ring of Fire website and saw right away that I wasn’t kidding about the P51. They read about Max and what we are trying to accomplish in his memory and were totally excited about the event and about helping us with it. They had placed a call to the owner of the P51 to see if we could feature it at the event (yes!), and had already thought of more guys to call who own warbirds. They’re also hooked into the skateboarding industry as a nephew is sponsored by Grind for Life (the event I’m volunteering at this Saturday)! (Talk about coming full circle.)
I returned to the airport Tuesday morning to go over the paperwork necessary to host an event at the airport. Once the paperwork is approved by the county in 2-3 weeks we can prepare for launch! I ask what the cost of the space will be and they offered to sponsor the space for Maxapalooza. Wow, and thank you.
Can you believe this? My head is still spinning. Just when I was about to give up on this whole airplane thing everything falls into place – better than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’m not sure if I’m more excited or more relieved! This event is going to rock!
Dumb luck? I don’t know. We see signs of Max everywhere we go. Some more obvious than others – like a P51 Mustang parked in the hangar I’m looking at. I started really feeling and thinking differently about Max’s Ring of Fire on Monday. What it means to me. It’s not just a song Max sang and the name of a non-profit org. I’m not sure I can write this clearly… there’s this ring that is Max. And it’s spreading out; growing. Capturing more people, who in turn push the ring out to encompass more people. It doesn’t weaken as is expands, it becomes stronger. Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring. Jump in our ring. Let's make this thing big!