One evening in the late '60s, probably after a few "ginskies" in the Sky Galley bar, Ebby and Walter Rye decided to buy a curious little antique airplane I'd seen advertised in the yellow rag (Trade-A-Plane) that arrived that day. I think they called the seller from the phone in the bar and closed the deal that night. While I was pretty pumped about the whole thing, I was also surprised since neither one of these guys had the foggiest idea what a Pietenpol Air Camper was. Ebby was all about "big-iron-round-engine-preferably-Lockheeds," and Walter didn't even drink.