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CLICK! RESET. CLICK! … It’s a borrowed aircraft. I need to keep an appointment in the city below. Bill leans and yells in my ear, (You’re going to have to land now if you want to be on time!) I look around. (I don’t see the airport!) (Never mind the airport.) Bill points downward. (You have to land now. Down there!) I laugh, swing the yoke over in front of Bill, clip the parachute harness across my chest. Then I unsnap my seat belt, open the canopy. (You fly it home,) I yell as I jump far enough to clear the tail assembly, pull the D ring, feel the jerk of the chute opening, and start to float down. CLICK! RESET. CLICK! (… Thanks for the offer of a loan of your Navion, but that’s playing it too tight, couldn’t possibly make it on time, so I called and put off the appointment …) CLICK! The haze was very thick and Bill was beside me. He was rolling