Are You a Takeoffs or Landings Person?

One morning this spring, I drove past the quiet municipal airport in Pittsfield, Mass. I couldn’t stop myself from slowing down and smiling as I looked out on the place where, nearly 30 years ago, I first got airborne as a pilot. I remember strapping my 16-year-old self into the small aircraft, which seemed so tinny and even improvised — qualities that suggested lightness but that also reminded me of my Swedish uncle’s terrifying, Soviet-era Lada car. ….[READ]