Bill was Editor-in-Chief of Business & Commercial Aviation from 2000 to 2020. During his stewardship, the monthly magazine received scores of awards for editorial excellence.
He is the recipient of the Lifetime Achievement in Journalism Award from the National Business Aviation Association; the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Aerospace Media Awards; the Aviation Journalism Award from the National Air Transportation Association; and an Aerospace Journalist of the Year Award for Business Aviation.
Previously, Bill served as Managing Editor of Aviation Week Television. He was the top editor for both Flying and Professional Pilot magazines, as well as a member of the senior editorial staff at Reader's Digest. He also managed communications for FlightSafety International.
Bill has authored or co-authored three aviation books, was an essayist for National Public Radio, wrote aviation documentaries for The Discovery Channel and has written for numerous publications including The New York Times, Smithsonian Air & Space, Popular Mechanics and The Associated Press, among others.
An active aviator, Bill holds a Commercial Pilot license, along with multiengine, instrument, seaplane and glider ratings.
A decorated U.S. Army helicopter pilot in Vietnam, Matt Zuccaro later served in a wide range of civilian flight and executive posts, for charter and corporate operators, overseeing Resorts International's S-61 airline operation, and working in aviation management for the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey. He held a variety of elected posts at the HAI, including chairman, and has been president and chairman of the Eastern Region Helicopter Council. An ATP and CFII in both airplanes and helicopters, Zuccaro has logged in excess of 10,000 flight hours.
ALTHOUGH NOT A CERTIFIED Beatlemaniac, my wife is envious of those who are. She knows all the music, the histories, muses, triumphs and tragedies of the four Liverpudlian songsters. But she never got her True Fan card punched because she came of age after the group disbanded. So, she never had the chance to scream and swoon, to weep with delirium up in the loges. And she always felt a bit cheated because of it.
IT SEEMED LIKE I HAD HARDLY returned from one weeklong trip when I was departing on another, this time to attend the NBAA convention in Orlando, and under quite different circumstances. On the earlier excursion my conveyance was a Falcon. For much of that trip, my wife and I had the cabin to ourselves. We savored the spaciousness, the quiet and the privacy and delighted in the convenience, since we departed from and landed at Westchester County Airport, less than a mile from the office.
