Bill Spohrer had done about as 
            much as anyone you ever met to lift organized cargo when he served 
            as CEO of Miami-based Challenge Air Cargo. He became a driving force 
            of a great all-cargo enterprise based at MIA that landed four square 
            behind a new idea for a trade show called Air Cargo Americas and also 
            helped lift the comeback of TIACA. Bill celebrated reaching 90 years 
            of age last June 11th.       Today, living 
            quietly and comfortably out of touch in Florida with wife Lynn, Bill 
            is smiling his way toward 91 years of age in just about four months.  
                 Doesn’t get around much anymore, 
            but here we recall some things from a lifetime of our coverage, including 
            the 18 years he labored as the boss of a dynamic air cargo enterprise—Challenge 
            Air Cargo.       Truth be told, what Bill 
            has done with his life is a stirring and inspiring story for the ages.  
                 Bill Spohrer has travelled extensively 
            on the high road to adventure. His story has the excitement and immediacy 
            of a Zane Grey novel straight out of the history he helped create. 
                        “Fly 
            the ocean in a silver plane— 
                      See the 
            jungle when it’s wet with rain.”       Bill 
            has done both many times.       What’s 
            more, his life has been within reach of the air cargo industry for 
            more than 60 years.       When “Gentleman” 
            Bill Spohrer came upon the scene at Miami International Airport, air 
            cargo operations were dominated by the likes of Pan American, Slick 
            Airways, Eastern and National Airlines.       When 
            he “left” 23 years ago, having sold the airline he founded—Challenge 
            Air Cargo to UPS—Bill had among other things transformed what 
            was “Corrosion Corner” at the airport into something else.  
                 Once upon a time, at MIA there was a 
            collection of old Curtiss C46s, DC3s, Lockheed Constellations and 
            other itinerant, even more mysterious aircraft, which shifted uneasily 
            with the tide of a cargo construction boom at the airport, moving 
            in and out every night on little cat’s feet.       “Corrosion 
            Corner,” situated at the northwest corner of the field, is where 
            in the early afternoon nacelles for reciprocating piston engines were 
            strewn about the hardstand as mechanics labored under the intense 
            South Florida sun, patching up dogged old sky wagons for one more 
            assignment as air cargo carriers.       During 
            the dark, early morning hours while everyone else slept, Corrosion 
            Corner Miami was wide-awake like twelve o’ clock high, with 
            cargo on the move.       Here, loadmasters 
            barked out instructions in Spanish to ground crews, as half century 
            old cranky, sputtering engines come to life.       Later 
            a parade of vintage aircraft moved slowly away like silver ghosts 
            glinting in the moonlight, laughing in throaty growls at having once 
            more cheated a nearby crane that relentlessly chops up the less fortunate.  
                 Today in 2022 at Miami International, 
            where a colorful and rich part of airport history and legend are recalled, 
            there stands a giant, around-the-clock, automated refrigerator, surrounded 
            by the streamlined cladding of a modern air cargo transfer facility.  
                 It’s a giant reefer masquerading 
            as a cargo terminal emblazoned with the name UPS, as a center point 
            created by, you guessed it, Bill Spohrer for what today is an integral 
            entire string of buildings more commonly called “the cool chain.”  
                 Bill Spohrer very early saw the handwriting 
            on the wall and ramped up the Challenge Air Cargo Terminal into a 
            new landmark for air shippers at Miami International Airport.  
                 Miami of course owes much of its standing 
            in the world of air cargo to the shipment of perishables.       Miami 
            International Airport moves more perishables than all the other airports 
            in the USA combined.       So UPS, known 
            for having an eye for a good thing, decided to make a big entry into 
            South America, adding service to a couple dozen destinations served 
            by Challenge and in the process got the big, automated reefer operation 
            located at one corner of MIA, as part of the bargain.       After 
            the purchase, Bill Spohrer stayed on with the UPS team at Challenge 
            for a while to work things in for the new owners, and to basically 
            show them the ropes in Latin America.       After 
            all, the man did have the plan, and he was well-known and respected 
            everywhere.       Bill, able to speak 
            several languages, including French and Spanish also knew the Latin 
            American air cargo market like the back of his hand.       But 
            eventually it was time to move on.       Post 
            Challenge Air Cargo, a small bed and breakfast interest up in the 
            panhandle area of Florida provided some focus in another area, plus 
            an exercise in broadened horizons, not to mention a respite from aviation.  
                 Bill Spohrer had always been an explorer. 
            He enjoyed discovery not from an arm chair, but out in the wild, where 
            the “challenge” is in your face and real.       When 
            we were assembling our landmark 250-page picture book on the history 
            of Miami International Airport 39 years ago we learned that Bill 
            once spent three months exploring the Mosquito Coast of Honduras.  
                 There have been other multi-month “interludes” 
            in Bill Spohrer’s life, including an early latch up with Eugene 
            Fodor, the guide book guy.       Bill 
            traveled all over South America creating the first, truly great descriptive 
            guide of the continent.       In the beginning 
            as a young man, Bill Sphorer was tutored in the Latin American airline 
            game, first by legendary Lowell Yerex who founded the TACA chain of 
            airlines during the 1930s, and later by C.N. Shelton who took on mighty 
            Panagra with his TAN “barefoot airlines,” providing service 
            down the west coast of South America much in the fashion that Southwest 
            and Jet Blue operate low-cost airlines today.       But 
            when the music stopped at Miami International Airport, the UPS job 
            completed, Bill reached back across the decades to make a sentimental 
            journey back to Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) taking a trip to Vietnam 
            where he had served as aide-de-camp in 1954 to the American Advisory 
            Group commander there.       Once again 
            to Southeast Asia, Gentleman Bill moved about Saigon, looking for 
            what might be left or ever became of an era out of Graham Greene’s 
            book “The Quiet American.”       Back 
            to the main streets of that beautiful and still intriguing city, where 
            Bill and his lovely wife and alter-ego Lynn set up headquarters in 
            the ante-bellum Hotel Continental with its big slow motion ceiling 
            fans and French and American expatriate café society.       “I 
            just wanted to see if I could remember the places and times of nearly 
            fifty years ago,” Bill told me.       A 
            last journey of discovery most lovely to recall had Gentleman Bill 
            and two companions,—lifelong friends, on an extended trip of 
            discovery down the Mighty Amazon River in Brazil.       “You 
            hear about the Amazon River, as images of jungles and swamp wild areas 
            are conjured by the name,” Bill said of that trip 20 years ago.  
                 “The truth is that the Amazon 
            that we think we know is nothing at all like the reality of traveling 
            through an area as big as Montana and California.       “Our 
            trip began in Manaus.        “Our 
            mode was one of the hundreds of three-deck river boats that stand 
            for transportation in that part of the world       “The 
            three of us (one of the men, a travel writer who was 87 years old 
            at the time) boarded this quite plain, but clean and well-kept river 
            boat, not unlike the big side wheelers of the Mississippi minus the 
            side wheel.       “We rode first 
            class on the top deck which costs a grand total of $18 bucks a day 
            including meals.        “Of course 
            you need to bring your own hammock which is strung up at night, up 
            there for sleeping.       “Bathroom 
            facilities are exactly one unit for boys and another for the girls.  
                 “Meals were rice and beans with 
            either pork or chicken.       “But 
            you know something?       “We all 
            had a great time of it!       “We 
            were traveling with native Brazilians,” Bill recalled,” 
            who lived throughout the area, as they moved from town to town on 
            the river.       “The local people 
            are for the most part, quite poor.        However 
            the civility that was evident between everybody aboard our boat as 
            we moved on the Amazon was remarkable.       “There 
            just was never a voice above normal decibel. Despite the close quarters 
            everyone was just great.       “My 
            colleagues wrote, read books and generally got off and on the boat 
            at every stop using the opportunity to explore a dozen small villages 
            along the way.       “We saw jungle 
            and also high cliffs and bluffs, ridges and foliage reminiscent of 
            manicured English gardens at various stages of our journey.       “But 
            for three weeks not one person we encountered, spoke a single word 
            of English.       “I must admit 
            the contrast to everyday life was quite wonderful, not to mention 
            the learning curve for advancing my use of the beautiful Portuguese 
            language,” Bill said.       “I 
            also managed to learn something else. For years I have been stuffing 
            aircraft full of freight. But when I stood wide eyed and saw how these 
            river traders on the Amazon stuff dripping oozing crocodile skins 
            into the lower holds of the river boats, I felt like a kid in school 
            again.       “Now that kind of work 
            is the real cargo business, unadorned and right down to cases. Imagine 
            what the people who go into those holds to retrieve the shipment of 
            skins have to be made of, considering conditions after the skins have 
            been packed away for a couple of days?”       Like 
            we said at the top, Gentleman Bill made easy work out of discovery.  
                 Although that life is in the past, it 
            is grand to recall an air cargo pioneer talking about challenging 
            the Amazon river a couple of decades ago, when now he has lived long 
            enough to see an air cargo company named Amazon on top of the world 
            the world, with 400,000 drivers worldwide, 40,000 semi-trucks, 30,000 
            vans, and a fleet of more than 70 all-cargo aircraft.       There 
            is something tremendously uplifting about Gentleman Bill Spohrer.  
                 He is unique of all the people that 
            we have met in our years covering air cargo.       What 
            his life, so well-lived that thankfully continues today, tells all 
            of us is that there is always a reason to explore new horizons, or 
            to visit old haunts and enrich our appreciation of history.       “Just 
            like Mike” was an oft heard phrase by kids paying tribute to 
            the great basketball star and hero, Michael Jordan.       For 
            me, I am hoping for a week, a river and if allowed, a hammock when 
            its 90 in the shade, to be just like Bill.       Keep 
            on keepin’ on, dear friend.  Geoffrey 
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