* * * * * On the heels of my father’s death, I acquired another titanic jolt. Upon getting with his accountant, I was respectfully informed that my mother and I were flat broke. After years of living the great American dream solely on credit, my father left nothing behind in the way of any tangible assets or an inheritance; only a mountain of debt. Not having the capital to complete my flight training, I could kiss aviation goodbye as a career. On this dreary note, dear reader, there did occur one ray of financial sunshine – emanating from an extremely unusual direction. I can’t say in actuality that my mother was clairvoyant; even so she did have a...