I Must Admit, Maybe I Am A

I'd Like To Say I Was Smart Enough To Finish Six Grades In Five Years, But I Think Perhaps The Teacher Was Just Glad To Get Rid Of Me.

The Excitement Really Didn't Start To Build Until The Trailer - Which Was Carrying Me, With A Space Suit With Ventilation And All That Sort Of Stuff - Pulled Up To The Launch Pad.

And I Think That Still Is True Of This Business - Which Is Basically Research And Development - That You Probably Spend More Time In Planning And Training And Designing For Things To Go Wrong, And How You Cope With Them, Than You Do For Things To Go Right.

Later, In The Early Teens, I Used To Ride My Bike Every Saturday Morning To The Nearest Airport, Ten Miles Away, Push Airplanes In And Out Of The Hangars, And Clean Up The Hangars.

Obviously I Was Challenged By Becoming A Naval Aviator, By Landing Aboard Aircraft Carriers And So On.