Truly Oh-Dark-Thirty
I'D WANTED TO FLY SINCE I was a kid, peddling my bicycle out to Torrance, Calif., Airport to watch the airplanes come and go. To later satisfy that yearning, I waited tables to pay for flying lessons. Once licensed, I began to pay dues, instructing, flying charters in a Seneca, hauling checks over...
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