One of the few perks of being in retail slavery is the people I get to meet. Heh. Being across the highway from a Hooters doesn't hurt much, either. Today, I sold a printer to an elderly gentleman who mentioned one he had bought, and was unhappy with, at the BX. Now....only a military man knows what a BX is, so I asked which branch he was with. Turns out he was AAF during "War Two" (as he put it). He went through flight school in.....42 or 43, got picked up as instructor, then after bugging the Powers That Be, he was sent to the Pacific....to fly P-47s. The guy couldn't've been more than 5'6" or so tall, but there he was, a -47 pilot, right in front of me! Of course, I shook his hand, and made a solemn vow to print off every aircraft photo I have ever found on the 'Net, just so I can get autographs. Made my day, though!