I’ve always been bewildered
                  by the need of people to assert themselves by wearing “GAP” or “OLD NAVY” shirts
                  or jeans. Is it purchased status or herd instinct? “Boy, we really
                  clobbered 
                  those Bears!” (In Wisconsin
                  of course it’s “Dem Bears”)  As if we really had anything to do with the
                  outcome of a professionally staged entertainment event.  Is it different when
                  aviation enthusiasts get
                  together?  In some ways no – in some ways
                  yes.
                  
                   
                  
                  For all the millions of people
                  all over the world who have “flown” (as passengers on a huge cattle car called
                  an airline jet), there are relatively few who have actually flown. As pilots,
                  we are so fortunate
                  to have discovered something in our lives that demands so much of us and also
                  brings so much fulfillment and pleasure. Flying (and here I mean flying) is not
                  for everyone, but for
                  those relative few of us who get to do it, it gives us a special personal
                  window through which we pass to exercise our human capabilities to our fullest.  Only
                  a hundred years ago, we could not have
                  gone flying! In just this short a time, after a million years of dreaming and
                  mythology, mankind has gained enough scientific knowledge to take some sticks
                  and cloth and add a little engine to build a flying machine that would have
                  been an international sensation only a single lifetime ago.
                  
                   
                  
                  From early pioneers, we have
                  the capability (scientific knowledge) that allows us to fly. Collectively, we
                  have the know-how to transport whole hospitals to ravaged parts of the world –
                  and to build bombers and missiles to cause indescribable devastation.  
                  
                   
                  
                  But when we roll our little
                  homebuilt Pietenpol out of the hanger in the late afternoon, crank it up and
                  take off before dusk to fly over a rolling landscape, we are using more than
                  scientific knowledge. Supposedly, our left brain is the primary processor of
                  scientific knowledge, the things that allow our survival, like tying our
                  shoestrings or walking up stairs. Our right brain is supposed to be the
                  controller of the more ethereal part of us; things like poetry, music,
                  theology. Flying brings the two parts together, at least for a short time.
                  
                   
                  
                  Yes, pilots are very
                  fortunate to have been to a place that produces such a unique perspective of
                  the world around us - different from what most other people experience.  Perhaps
                  pilots seem to gather so quickly and
                  effortlessly because we have had the same wonderful and daring experiences that
                  can only come from flying. Some of the people around us have been touched by
                  this wonder of flight too; but pilots - we are birds of a feather. 
                  
                   
                  
                  Beats the hell out of a GAP
                  shirt any day.