It Takes A Village

Poor Emma Baker.  She has three flight instructors---her father; and two assistant instructors in the form of Brother Barbeau and Yours Truly.  Since our flight instructor certificates are long expired, Gary and I are here mostly to provide comic relief.  But consider this:  Young Emma is learning to fly in a 1947 Luscombe 8A.  (The very airplane her father learned to fly in all those years ago.)  A vintage airplane that requires vintage skills.  Dear Old Dad has been programming A320's for almost eight months now.  He has also started carrying an iPhone around in his hip pocket.  I don't pretend to be an alarmist, but skills can deteriorate.  One day soon, probably during the cross country planning stage of her Private Pilot check ride, Emma will realize it was a good thing the peanut gallery was there to ensure the correct wind scale was utilized on the back side of her E6B computer.  Sometimes it takes a village. . .