Carl J. Bobrow

Who am I?

A jejune answer would never suffice.

Describing ourselves to those who do not know us presents an interesting challenge. If I were to reinvent myself, you—the reader—would have no way of distinguishing it from the truth. But what would be the point? I would know it was specious.

Revealing who we are opens a portal that some may consider private, beyond anyone’s right to question. If that were the case, why say anything at all? Many don’t. Yet, within a small community, a certain familiarity must prevail to dispel the sense of isolation. So, without further ado, I introduce myself.

Earning an interdisciplinary degree in the History of Science and Technology from the State University of New York laid the groundwork for a specialization in technological innovations and early aviation, with particular emphasis on the origins and development of Russian aviation and aeronautics. This foundation led to extensive research, writing, and lecturing on these subjects.

Recipient of the Smithsonian Institution’s National Air and Space Museum Alfred V. Verville Fellowship in 2000, which led to my 20-year tenure at the museum focused on the stewardship and research of historic artifacts in the National Collection.

Back in 1952, I arrived alongside a sizable cohort—dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a wry sense of the absurd. Neither masters nor just jesters, we have struggled to earn a place on this blue-green world. The true legacy will be our children, for they will shape the future, not the clones or clowns.

As to answers greater than the ultimate—who am I—revelations continue to find their way into my consciousness. Perhaps simply being here is enough. For now, at least, I know the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow—yes, both African and European.