Throughout my life, my wise father used to say that "They put their pants on one leg at a time, just like you do," so that I wouldn't be intimidated by anyone. Little did he know what he was preparing me for.
Whether you're flying or not, the 18-year-old, 2000-foot airfield -- on a parallel path with grape laden vines and framed by boughs of blooming wisteria -- is 100 percent in keeping with the romance of aviation.
The essential question is: What kind of investment do we make with the life we are given between the day we are born, and the day our "marching papers" come? Are we good stewards of life force flowing through our veins? Could we do better?
It sometimes feels safer to think you're just like everyone else. Which you are, in that you want to love and be loved, and you prefer it when people are kind to you, and you would rather succeed than fail.