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This is Chuck Beamus, and Dudley was the man that introuded me to The Doors. We where in the Army and he was the California Kid, someone that I had never seen before—coming from Kansas—pretty sheltered. Dudley had opened my eyes to what the ‘hip california Dude’ was all about and The Doors and the whole thing.\r\nhttp://dudleyhale.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Dudley_Story_Chuck_Beamus.mp3
\r\n\r\nDudley stopped by to see my in Rialto, CA on his way to a solo trip to Desert Hot Springs. He had his first stroke while soaking there and drove all the way home with partial paralysis – stubborn guy?! 🙂
I met Dudley Hale when we were working together on a frost control contract in Madera, California. \r\n\r\nDudley, Tuan (an ex-Vietnamese military helicopter pilot) and I flew our three helicopters into Fresno the day prior to the start of the contract. This is when I introduced Dudley to Diann, his future wife. She happened to be my wife at the time… which probably explains why I’ve enjoyed such positive karma ever since.\r\n\r\nNow… I told you that story, so that I can tell you this story: \r\n\r\nI was working for a Seattle billionaire as a helicopter pilot, and I, along with his entire flight department (consisting mostly of jet jocks) where attending an HAI convention… somewhere. We’d had a tough morning of walking the convention floor, and had found a group of couches in the middle of a expansive lobby upon which to rest, when I looked up to see Dudley descending upon us. We were all clothed in proper corporate attire, while Dudley was adorned in proper Dudley attire: Levis, plaid shirt, vest, leather baseball cap, work boots, and a crooked smile. Correctly judging my companions, He gave me monstrous hug: “HOW THE FUCK YA DOIN’”\r\n\r\nTrying to figure how to explain Dudley to my somewhat button-down fellow employees, I said, “gentlemen please allow me to introduce my husband-in-law, and consummate helicopter pilot, Dudley Hale.” Whereupon, Dudley proceeded to wow them. He gave them his “A” program, and they looked on entranced, their expressions quickly shifting from humor, to admiration, to shock, to horror, and back again. He gave them fifteen minute of Dudley, he pulled them in, he scared them back, he chewed them up, and he spit them out, and then somewhat abruptly, with a genial wave, announced that he had to be on his way. Poof!\r\n\r\nTo this day, whenever I talk to one of those guys, they always ask after Dudley.\r\n
\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nDudley flying us to the Top of Flattop mountain. We were the 62nd and 63rd people to have ever landed up there. Not sure if it was legal. Dudley in his mickey mouse tee, shorty shorts and tevas. Official pilots attire.