Expressions of welcome have poured in following my first aircraft purchase. Even the loan officer, insurance brokers, and escrow agent lowered their strictly business facades to offer warm words of encouragement while leading me by the hand into ownership.
News of a new neighbor spread quickly through the hangar rows, and other pilots have been stopping by regularly to say hello and introduce their airplanes. Dick, a few doors down, showed me his 1947 Globe Swift. “You should meet Bob. He has a Stearman next door to you,” he said. Or is Bob the guy with the Stinson Voyager in the same row? In time I will sort this out.
