* * * * * In the spring of 1963, Pop lost the Twin-Beech. He was bringing the plane back from Houston, and had to make a stop at Tucson for fuel. I wasn’t with him on this trip – he had me picking up a ’63 Caddy for him at Salt Lake City instead. It was a clear night, as Dad lined up on the runway, for a straight-in approach at ten miles out. However, he couldn’t get the landing gear down. Pop tried the emergency procedure, for lowering the gear, again and again – nothing happened. So he declared an “emergency,” orbited the airfield until he was almost out of fuel, to cut down on the risk of fire, then touched down on the runway wheels up. ...