We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
About 20 years ago I was jump seating on a FedEx 727, MEM - MSY arriving approximately 5:00 a.m. to a dark, completely fog bound airport. Either the pilot or copilot announced we are going to feel the runway before we see it. The altimeter was counting down 50 40 30 20 and then we stuck the landing. Scariest one I ever did. I never saw a thing until after we hit.
Helluva lot different from an ID249-altimeter-airspeed indicator-turn needle-AI ILS in a Super Connie at night at Teheran in a blizzard (circa 1962). Those can be some long minutes on a ILS final to minimums.