TQniece ------I left TQ in '74, but returned with Canadien. I left James Bay and Quebec forever in March of 1978. The last I saw Roy in person was about '75. I next found out that he was with Quasar about '79-'80. Quasar, by the way, was an Abbotsford, BC company and not a Quebec comapny which I believe you misunderstood it to be. I was about 5 miles away when Roy had his accident and didn't know it was him until days afterwards. When Roy left TQ exactly, I do not know. When exactly he arrived at TQ, I don't know either because if you didn't frequent the "bush", all you knew was my name maybe. I arrived in James Bay in '69 for the first time and had enough by March of '78. I am only "assuming" that he did the Polar Shelf, so don't take that as a fact. He could have been in the Yukon and NWT for a whole host of reasons with Quasar.
There might be a way to trace Rodger down, but it's a long shot to say the least.....a start though. Try "411" on your address bar and follow the directions from there. You'll have to name a city and when you do that, try Montreal first. If no luck there, then your guess is as good as mine. Oh and yes, of all the people you should talk to, make Rodger Ojeiro #1 on your list. He'll fill in those blanks of the AA days and hit the Vietnam Veterans Association website to ask all those that might have flown with Roy to contact you. AA also had a website for "their gang", but I don't know if it exists anymore. I do know though, that they have an "Association" for past employees to join and keep in touch. Remember also that AA was their own Airline and the CIA was just one of their biggest contractors, not their owners. They "supposedly" ceased to exist in '75 and were the world's biggest airline at that time.......4000 a/c. Take that word "supposedly" with a "wink, wink, nudge nudge" also. 😉
Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your opinion, there were a great many more "tricks" and "pranks" played on one another eons ago. Nothing that was serious to flight or that were left to go too far, but are considered nowadays "unprofessional" and frowned upon. The vast majority of them had nothing to do with flying per se, but were a substitute for "entertainment". TV, pool tables, dart boards and shuffle boards weren't just everywhere and all you needed was the right mix of personalities together and "let the fun begin". I knew "times were a-changin" though when a cook asked my engineer for a loan of our air pump. He then processed to inflate his life-size, rubber, flesh-like woman right in front of us. He finished and then marched back down the hill to his abode, carrying "his woman" under his arm like a long stiff pole (it was -30F and "she" was slowly deflating as he went his way). Until that time, neither my engineer or myself had associated an air compressor with sex, but we did associate it with humour and howled for months after. 😀 😀 Let's just say that laughter was much more prevalent in the industry than it is today and we have a tendency to take ourselves much too seriously too often......different times, different age I guess.
