Sitting in the kitchen of his Orland Park home, Ken Creed explains “the hundred dollar hamburger.”
“You’ve got a plane, you love to fly, but you’ve got nowhere to go, so you fire it up and head out to a restaurant a few hours away, eat a hamburger and come home,” he said.
Eventually, Creed decided he wanted to set his sights on a more meaningful destination, which is how he found his way into humanitarian work.
The 65-year-old father of two and grandfather of five smiles a devilish grin and admits he’s no Mother Teresa, even if he is devoted to an organization called Angel Flights.
“I graduated from Brother Rice 417 out of 421,” he says, chuckling. “I’m no angel. What I am is a pilot that needs a purpose.”