Over the weekend my wife and I experienced the magical power of a light piston airplane to add hours to the day. At least that is how it felt.
On Sunday morning our college-age son’s rowing team was competing close to home in New Jersey where it was easy for us to watch and spend a few minutes catching up before he had to get on the bus and head back to campus in New Hampshire. It is a five-hour drive by car, longer on the bus. But there was a tempting wrinkle.
