Matt was nervous; that is to say, he was like every other flight student who has reached his solo stage check. He stood beside his Piper Cadet, putting on a brave face as I approached, and he was sweating. Of course, in the Florida sun, I was sweating too. Our very regimented flight academy mandated uniform shirts and ties even on August afternoons. On this afternoon, the humidity gave one the unshakeable sensation of swimming on dry land.
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