My father was a commercial artist, a rather famous one. He painted aviation pictures. He was commissioned each year to go out to Cleveland National Air Races and take pictures of the planes that were qualifying and then paint a painting of the winner. And during that time we got to know the pilots and the planes and I’ve seen several planes crash out there. In fact, one time we were out there when a P-38 was qualifying, and we noticed that he didn’t come around the second time, ’cause the course was fairly large. We could only see part of it. And then all of a sudden there’s a whoosh over our heads and this P-38 sailed over our heads, and out over the Cleveland Airport. And he couldn’t put his laps down.