The year 2020 has been a nightmare. Strike that. It’s been a layering of nightmares, each of which complicates the other. For some of us, it’s worse than for others, but it’s safe to say that, collectively, we can’t wait for the bad stuff to be in the rearview, in essence to flip the script and be able to say that 2020 is hindsight.
I’m so disappointed about missing Oshkosh this year. It’s my favorite week of the year. In fact, I usually stretch it out to closer to two weeks. It’s the planes, in large part, but it’s so much more than that, too. It’s the people I’ll miss most. There will be a lot of hugs and a lot of stories at OSH in 2021.