Several minutes later, we made our way to 10R and immediately received permission to taxi into position and hold. Bill, with his calm and quiet nature, instructed me to pull onto the runway, line up with the centerline and stop. At this point, we were on the 10R numbers, waiting for permission to take off, with the runway lights providing some luminescence on the moonless night. Again, I was mesmerized by what I was observing for the first time sitting on that 10,000-foot-long runway at night with all the airport lights and the big iron at the terminal. What I was experiencing that night up to this point was one of the reasons, I told myself, that I wanted to fly.