As I was hefting two humongous boxes of maintenance records into the 180, I found myself thinking about the draconian FAA rules for operating a DC-3, the outta-sight fuel prices, the cost of round engines, spare parts, insurance, a hangar and maintenance. And I said to myself, out loud, “Martha, do we really want to buy this airplane?” And I answered, out loud, “You bet we do.” So the bathroom doesn’t get remodeled and the front walk stays cracked and I cut the grass and wash the windows myself. I can keep the car forever, cancel the cable and buy perfectly good jeans from Goodwill.
And, on that note, I settled on a name for this bimonthly (if Mac doesn’t fire me) column. “Flying; A Love Affair.” A good idea, but Unusual Attitudes is more accurate and descriptive.
