Recently, somebody cleaning out an old hangar gave me a cardboard box of Midwest Airways files. Among thick files of petitions to the Civil Aeronautics Board for an exemption to use DC-3s (which we won...too late) and hundreds of canceled checks (most signed by me with "Ebby's" signature), there were manifests from several years of northern Michigan flights. I sat in the basement and, yeah, cried. All those guys, especially the "youngsters" Ebby hired as first officers: Bill Anderson, who finished law school and became corporate counsel at Sporty's; Kurt Fromme, who Ebby and I feared threw himself in Little Traverse Bay one night when he disappeared — despondent over a girlfriend (he didn't); Larry McLeod, a very young, tall and gawky kid we called "Orange Grove" because of his family's business in Florida; Kenny Weber, who would retire after many years as a captain for the Proctor and Gamble Co.; Dave Cory, a small guy with a deeply resonant voice who went on to retire from Delta Airlines; Bob Clutter — where are you, Bob?; and Ed Foss, still here in Cincinnati, in the photography business.