Daniel S. Foster (10/20/74-06/11/12) was an avid Deaf pilot. He especially enjoyed flying Cessna 152s in "seat 0A," as he liked to put it. He once described one of his favorite poems, "High Flight," this way:

"High Flight is the poetic equivalent of hanging photos on a wall. But its sentiments are absolutely perfect. You're upstairs in your little 'office', enjoying stunning scenery, be it at 3,000 feet or 37,000 feet, all alone, with an awesome responsibility in safely operating a potentially dangerous machine to a successful conclusion, every single time, while enjoying the totality of the entire experience. Ain't nothing like it in the whole world."

"High Flight"
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and
swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.