Then there was Dan Condon, who punched out at the other end of the runway around 1973. I was flying his wing and watched the fire from his ejection seat, the airplane pancaked into the Ortega River, followed by a good chute and just half a swing before hitting the water. I called out the helo, while circling at a few hundred feet over his head. It was the weekend and boats were all over the place. ne pulled up to Dan, filled with drunken A-7 pilots from Cecil on a ski trip.  They were applauding the impromptu air show and wanted to know if he wanted a "pull" around the river. I took this photo the next day.