The King (Air) and I

I took my first flying lesson in 1962–63 years ago, and I soloed on my 16th birthday-May 1, 1963. We lived 9 miles from the Albert Lea Airport, and though I had a student pilot's license, I wasn't old enough to obtain a driver's license. I knew that I wanted an aviation career, and my uncle (a private pilot Cessna owner) and I considered buying a Champ to build time. My dad didn't fly, but he was proud that I had learned, so he sometimes drove me to the airport. One day, we overheard a young local farmer telling another pilot "I'm going to have to sell my Cessna 120. I'm getting married, and s...