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Roger. Hearing this from both you and Bill, both of whom I highly respect, this is a very sad day for the skydiving community when human life means nothing more than a passing thought. How did we become so callous? -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

And if you believe that then maybe we should have IQ tests before allowing people to jump. I'm tired of going to funerals and memorials. People, do you really think Bob went on that jump with the intention of dying? Do you really think Danny did that turn with the intention of not only killing himself but a fellow jumper as well? Wise up...it can happen to you even if you are the safest jumper who ever fell from the sky...it can happen to you. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I hope you don't honestly believe that. If we as jumpers don't step up to the plate and take responsibility for our actions to include pointing out potential hazzards who is? Certainly not the public or God forbid the FAA. Ignoring a problem does not make it go away...it aggrivates it. Ignoring a dangerous situation does not make it less dangerous. THINK PEOPLE -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I'd fathom to say that both Bob and Danny would agree that walking ain't suck a bad thing. Anyone who has jumped with me knows I opt for the landing area well away from where everyone else is landing. Katiebear even commented about that here in Dublin. I would rather walk safely than have an ambulance ride from anywhere. I commend Art at Palatka. I already jump there a good bit and will continue to do even more jumps there simply because he and his staff (I firmly believe Jeff will gladly chew anyone's ass that needs it) are at least attempting to do SOMETHING to keep our sport as safe as possible. Sometimes I think we all sit back and take the approach of I'll do nothing and it will blow over or even worse are so afraid the resident skygod might get their feelings hurt (like they are going to die from that) that DZOs do nothing. I honestly don't think Bob or Danny would want their deaths to be ingored this way. If we learn nothing we are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. I've seen a hook turn kill one and seriously injur another at SD ATL and now this at Dublin. What are we waiting on...more fatalities? -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

This article was in today's Courier Herald (www.courier-herald.com) on Danny and Bob. There was so much more that could have been said, that should have been said but I just lost it when Jason cornered me yesterday...sorry At least now locals will realize they were not just out of town guests but friends, heros They were more than skydivers 03/20/07 by Jason Halcombe Respond to this story Email this story to a friend The clouds were rolling in. Sheets of wispy high stratus clouds were starting to clump at lower altitudes and were turning a light shade of gray under the early afternoon sun. It made for an awful glare anytime you threw your eyes skyward, but with another load preparing to take flight on Otter Load No. 3, there was a little less than a half hour break before onlookers broke their necks once again to watch the sight. “There’s no feeling like it in the world,” said Dublin resident and skydiver Lisa Bell Thursday at Bud Barron airport. I told Lisa how my father had done his share of skydiving about 25 years ago, and how his dad told him “Only two things fall from the sky: Bird (you know what) and fools.” Bell just laughed, skipped over to another friend for a hug and a peck on the cheek, and started to make her way toward the rest of the POPS crew. Skydivers are a rare breed: a mix of daredevil, little kid and best friend all wrapped into one. POPS stands for Parachutists Over Phorty Society. It was hard to believe half the POPS group were in their mid-30s, let alone mid-40s, with jokes and barbs being tossed back and forth over a Stevie Ray Vaughn song as the team assembled for a dirt dive (A practice run where they assemble in formation and go over strategy before they took to the air). As the dirt dive continued, the last two or three folks boarded Otter No. 3 and off the plane lumbered down the runway, taxiing before hitting the throttle to jettison the thrill-seekers 13,000 feet or-so above Laurens County. The POPS crew was full of personalities, and unfortunately Saturday a pair of those personalities became memories following a horrific accident above the grassy infield at Bud Barron airport. To most they were just a pair of names with out of town addresses. Robert “Bob” Holler, 50, of Deland, Fla. Danny Page, 44, of Atlanta. But to those close to Bob and Danny, they were skydiving buddies and more importantly, friends. “I’m honored to say I was friends with them even for as short a time as I knew them,” said Bell, who herself has logged more than 900 jumps during her time as a skydiver. All the jumping gave her plenty of time to get to know both Danny and Bob. Both men spent time in the military, before Page went on to become a lawyer and Holler settled down at the Drop Zone in Deland. Page was by all accounts “your typical lawyer,” who knew that “if it was right it was right, and if it was wrong it was wrong. He had no problem telling you.” But Page was also a jokester who was always smiling. “Even on that last jump,” Bell said, “we were across from each other on the formation, and when I dodged and looked under the formation I could see Danny smiling. He was just always smiling.” Page was Bell’s ASF instructor, helping Bell learn to solo skydive. And he was also taking part in the POPS record attempt, even if we was a little “fashionably late” getting there for the practice. “He came in for the POPS record right on time, five minutes late. That’s just Danny. He had to make a scene. You always knew when Danny was there. ‘Okay, I’m not really old enough to join you old farts, but here I am. And now ya’ll can start. Oh, and that’s my spot: move.’ “He just had this presence.” Holler was a much more subdued personality, who according to Bell was somebody who “could always seem to make it work.” “His ability to explain stuff so you could understand it was just amazing,” Bell said. “He could put it on your level no matter where you were.” Although Holler loved skydiving enough to live at the Drop Zone—and held world records in the sport—it wasn’t his entire life. Retired from the Air Force, Holler had recently returned from a volunteer mission in search of MIAs. “Planes that had sunk and bodies that hadn’t been returned,” Bell said. “He was talking about Saturday during our down time. To my understanding, it was something he had to pay for to be part of this mission. He would give you the shirt off his back, but that’s how skydivers are.” More people should be like skydivers. More people should be like Danny Page and Bob Holler. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

hey, I don't fit any of those groups...I had a blast -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Damn this just doesn't get any easier. Danny was one of my AFF jumpmasters. I swear he loved to make me sweat. He swore I backed up in freefall and would always unzip his big white jumpsuite and pull it out for drag so he coudl keep up with me. I always poked him in the belly and giggled like the Pillsbury dough boy. Of course that earned me a swat on the backside for being sassy. He would smack me up side the head if I did something stupid during AFF...God knows I'd like to smack him right now. Just Saturday I was joking with him about being older than dirt since he had been jumping for so long. He came to the formation laughing saying he wasn't really old enough to join us on POPS but he was going to grace us with his presence. Always the joker, he hugged me and said it was neat to jump with people he taught...maybe I'd learn something. Bob was a new friend that I was looking forward to getting to know. I had play a bit with Dakota and fallen for her...imagine that. She was taken care of by a friend of mine last night then brought to the airport for the trip home. I know she is lonely without her beloved friend....... Hell, we all miss our friends. Fly free gentlemen. You will be missed by many (even those who never agreed with anything you said will miss you Danny) Thank you for allowing me to be on your final jump. You will always be remembered. Blue skies....forever Lisa -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

You are nothing but an agitator...looks like we'll have to talk Spence into letting you jump too. He is already on Val's short list. Hey, aren't you the boss...leave now damnit. I have spoken. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

So what is he going to do if he can't find you? NOTHING...so just leave and leave him playing with himself -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

LMAO as you two are going to be doing the POPS record together. HUM, maybe I'll wear my video helmet as this should be interesting. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

He had it so loud last night I couldn't hear my car radio when I pulled up. Maybe we should use the profits to buy hearing aids for Spence -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

They make drugs for that silly girl...take some -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I'm so sorry, Cora, but know that this is just a set back, and that a set-back is a set-up for a come-back

there will be fun jumping here? Not for you, you have to do not fun jumping. Anyone caught having fun jumping will have to report immediately to Skymama for punishment. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I think you need to catch whatever dreaded disease Mouth is going to get next week. I have an eye problem...can't SEE myself being at work I'm sick...sick of ya'll at work I'm having a test...of my ability to forget to go to work -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

This is true, and unfortunately there is absolutely nothing I or my husband can do to get you off. Sorry gang but don't even bother to call. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

JUmped two weekends ago. Kiss my a$$ -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

OK, David...I'll let them know we need a copy. I really hope to get some press for the POPS record. Fortson...thanks for the update. I am so freakin' ready to jump. Gimpie...gotcha. See ya'll Wed or Thurs, I forgot cause I didn't write it down. Guess I should get you directions, too so let me know how you are coming up (95 to 16 or 75 to 16) Same time next week kids. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

LMAO, all of us supposed to be doing classwork but instead we are posting or goofing off. I really really was going to do my assignment but since I got bonus points last week I just said heck with it, found my sub for Thurs and Fri, poured me a drink and went and sat in the swing to look at the stars. Joe...I wish I could send you a sub so you could come to the boogie, too. Next year for sure. Be safe. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I'm sitting here with homework to do in both of my Masters classes. Rather than doing any of it I'm calling around to line up subs for next week for the Dublin Boogie so I don't have to work (SICK, ya know) Tell me this is normal behavior since the boogie is in my back yard and a plane just landed and I really want a jump. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

So are you giving up your room at my place? -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

LOL...that's sweet of you. There are some locals who want to do some video from a vantage point so thought I might let them set up there if ok with you. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

So where's my tent?????? HUH,, HUH????? Can I move it? I want to be beside so and so. PLEASE -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

OK, POPS Number 10308 Now I seem younger than Spence -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I've sent the check but don't have my info yet. He promised via email I'd have it before the boogie though. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.