I remember a newsreel in — let’s say 1938 — when I was 13 years old, that showed a sailplane flying over a slope at El Mirage. Just this big, graceful machine flying along. It still sticks in my mind as an early memory. The newsreel also showed a crash a few minutes later, but that didn’t bother me. I think nobody was hurt. It was just such a wonderful kind of flying. Then when I was in the Navy, in Navy pilot training down in Pensacola, with a lot of spare time, watching the thunderstorms grow up. I knew a few people who were involved in the sailplane field by then. You’re picturing flights that sailplanes could make in such wonderful upcurrents. Circumstances through these friends permitted me to get involved actively in it after the war. I found that it was a wonderful, addicting hobby. It’s a very scientific sort of hobby. It’s not just like going out and rowing a boat. You get involved in the science of the vehicle, that the vehicle has to be efficient, and the science of meteorology, because you have to learn something about meteorology to figure out where the upcurrents are and how to make proper use of them. So it doesn’t matter what your background is, you become a scientist of sorts if you get involved in active sailplaning. It’s a very elegant hobby from that standpoint.