Actually, I’m not much of an expert at anything aeronautical, except maybe flying airplanes with tailwheels — not to include Beech 18s and Rod McClendon’s Howard DGA. Actually, no pilot in history has enjoyed consistent wedded bliss with either of these confounded, cantankerous and wonderful machines. But I guess I know as much as anybody about evaluating aeronauts. In 1970 the FAA OK’d me as an examiner for my Part 141 flying school, and 10 years later I joined the dark side, where I honed those skills for nearly three decades. In the agency it was a potpourri of initial CFIs, 709 re-exams, medical flight tests, Part 121 and 135 proficiency and competency checks, and type ratings in DC-3s (plain-Janes and turbines), SA-227s and an occasional Lodestar. There were single- and multiengine seaplanes we flew off the Ohio River and, especially in the ’90s, an amazing number of goofy but fun hot air balloon rides. (Expect balloonists’ letters, Robert, on the heels of the skydivers’.) Having emerged relatively intact back into the real world, I’m still at it with assorted practical tests and a little DC-3 check airman work.