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of sparkling self-lighted jewels of every hue out onto the earth where they lay below us and then in view behind us for perhaps 30 miles or even more. It seemed to me we were really making time and not long after Rochester we began to lose altitude the pressure in my ears began to rise as we nosed down the long glide toward Buffalo. We shot directly into the airport the brilliant landing lights on the leading edge of the wing making the propellors a white blur, and throwing a long beam at the ground. We made a perfect landing and then taxied up to the building. As we stopped I looked at my watch and the minute hand was splitting 8:08 PM on the nose! A twenty minute wait and I was en route to Erie on another DC-3 sitting on the north side so there was little to see except the stars and the reflection of Venus on the shiny wing surface. I read the paper and it seemed like nothing when I looked down to see us wheeling over the Erie waterfront and three minutes later the Flagship slid in and taxied up to the hangar where Willie was waiting for me. To my disappointment the children weren't with her. Bab was sick in bed with a cold but not a serious one thank heaven.

This was a memorable trip- one full of many lessons. It taught me one must be patient and persistent and calm on a job like this. Flying off the handle gains nothing. Every obstacle must be met and dealt with intelligently and calmly. One must steel one's self to disappointment and smile and not get  discouraged but meet each new problem as it comes up to the best of one's ability no matter how hard it is to do. I hope I can remember these things and that this story has a happy ending.