In 1992, at age 77, he learned about the restoration project of 42-29782, a B17-F. He drove down to the Museum of Flight, introduced himself, and asked if they needed additional help. They were quite surprised -- for a year or more they had been poring over blueprints, almost all of which had Roy's approval signature. They were quite happy to have him as a consultant to the team. He went there at least once a week until the first flight, in 1995.
He never flew on a B17 during his career. As far as I know, neither did the three other Boeing engineers, carpool neighbors in our Magnolia neighborhood. He could have flown on the restored plane, but he chose not to.
He did get three coffee cups for his sons. Here is the one I see every morning before facing the new day. I just rinsed it out so it is wet. (Nobody in Phoenix bothers to dry anything.)
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