Jim Feneley was one great guy. I was a 727 F/O on a reserve trip with him. Dhd all over the place to actually fly one single leg. We're in dispatch finishing the work and ready to head for the airplane. He takes out a coin and as flips it up into the air he says to me "heads or tails for who gets the leg. Call it."

So I call it and he grabs the coin in mid-air slaps it on his arm, peeks at the coin - of course I can't see it - and he says "you lost - my leg."

Another time we're somewhere in the mid-west, DSM, OMA or something and this is right after they let pilots use the computer systems so it had to be early 70's.

Anyway, Jim's not there in the dispatch area, so I type up this semi-official looking notice and print it that says "Upon arrival at Chicago, Captain Feneley will be met by the police and charged with a paternity suit." I stick the print out in the dispatch envelope and when we setting up the airplane he goes through the envelope, finds the fake message, blinks his eyes and proudly announces "that's the nicest thing anyone ever said about me."

One in a million guy.