Flying solo, and some golden rules ...
You can call this " once uoon a time ", mostly because, in happened once.
My father was of course a pilot, or more appropriately , an aviator who served in WW II, sadly, from his point of view , as a flight instructor. Why would I say, saddly ? Because, I know.
But when I was young he would take me flying, both to airports around Chicago, as well as, in aircraft, all of which , pretty sure he owned, what ever that may mean. And so we went to airports and of course he had all the " equipment " to chart course which means from point A to point B, both of which you wantt to end on the ground, and so lots of calculations were involved, and one of those " instruments ", was a slide rule. Apparently, as a child I became fascinated by this thing, which apparently delighted my father as well, and we immediately or almost immediately set out for Evanston, Il., where Northwestern University nestles against Lake Michigan, so that the wind from that Lake will blow through the buildings, and someone came up with the notion, Windy City.
The point is that we went there, and what my father bought me there , was a " brand - new ", I think, slide rule, in a leather case, which probably made me feel like the " luckiest :, child in the world, probably , perhaps better than the Leprechauns pot of gold, or so.
And so, I did have that " golden " ruler, for big parts of my life, but , and this is the truly important part, that this ruler was also a compass, as odd as that may be to follow, but you see, that was what it was used for ?
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