Pattie, my dad flew planes, too. He learned from a cousin who flew rather than drove anywhere he went. Dad had all his hours and training for his pilot's license and somehow made Puge mad. He wo u ldn't sign off on the hours and training. Puge was a short nicname from Pugilist. He loved to fight. It didn't come to fists, but they never spoke again, and Dad's dream of becoming a pilot, went down, too. The day Dad died, a man my folks took in off the streets called me and asked if Dad was there. He'd had a vivid dream that my Dad had flown low over his field and waggled his plane to say goodbye.