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aeronaut: true story: When I was 19 or so, I enrolled in ground school at John Wayne Airport to get my pilots license. I’ve loved flying since I was a kid, I’ve logged…20 hours so far just with instructors. My grandpa called me and said “Over my dead body!” so I couldn’t take flight lessons then (he and grams were paying for my college). However, every time I go someplace new, I make a point to call the local FBO and request an “aerial tour,” with me front and left of course, and an instructor. And lately, Amy in the back seat. Flying perhaps is the best thing in the world. Lifting off from the ground with nothing more than three fingers is inspiring and as close to the sublimity of man/machine interaction that you can get. I fly simulated an awful lot as well. Anyhow, the point being: I like this blog because it lets me live vicariously through the yoke and throttle of another.