Ski’s little plane was parked next door to my parents’ place for years—he always had a smile, a kind word, & a wonderful story to tell. I loved being a bug on the wall when Ski & my dad chatted—I don’t know if they agreed on many things other than a mutual respect for one another, flying & Puegeots. I always enjoyed your dad & your mom so much—they were great!  Happy Heavenly Landing, Ski!