* * * * * So far I fit the Presidential “family” akin to a kidskin glove – which was turning out to be old home week. For I kept bumping into pilots I had flown with at Air Florida. Apparently when Air Florida cashed in its chips, some of the guys went to Midway out of Chicago, while others ended up here with Presidential. In a nutshell, dear reader, although the pay was poor, compared to SAUDIA, on the other hand I was settling in nicely with my new life - thoroughly enjoying the people, the flying and the layovers. Prompting me to faithfully say my “Now I lay me down to sleep” prayers each night; praying like hell this dice-shoot would have a future. Tonight was the Fourth of July. And as we drew abeam of the Statue of Lib...