I got to ride with my Dad in an old Piper on Saturday nights. My Dad's friend
was REAL old, and he would fly up to Wichita to get a few bundles of the
Wichita Eagle newspaper. He liked company, and often invited Dad and I along.
(I sat on my Dad's lap!)
Not much to look at in northern Oklahoma,or southern Kansas at night, but the sounds, smells and feelings of being aloft never left me.