Our local airport had a wings and wheels weekend. Flying things and old cars. It was advertised that this gentleman was going to be there and I found him by the size of the line at his tent. I got to shake his hand twice, thank him for everything and tell him a story that he laughed at. If I can look as good as he does at his age I won't mind living that long. Col. Brown is one of only two left. My favorite car was a 1969 Blue Ford Galaxy convertible with white leather interior. We can only dream about driving something like that now.