To paraphrase a line from The Lone Ranger radio series, "Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear! From out of the past comes the thundering sound of a Cessna 150...Barney flies again." This goes way back to the olden days-before radio and TV stations employed drones and live traffic cams to report real-time tie-ups and accidents during rush-hour traffic. So far back, in fact, that residential telephones in some areas were still on party lines (ask your grandma or Google "party lines" if that doesn't compute). It was the 1960s, and we were a pretty close-knit group, mostly in our early 20s, hanging out at the airport. A few were from wealthy local families and could afford to fly for fun; others (like me) were eking out a living flight instructing. After all, this was a time when the only requisite for being an official "expert" was a logbook with those magical 200 hours and a passing grade on the FAA's CFI written and practical tests.
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