A friend of ours, Frank Blaine Robotham IV flew in to visit after simulated
dog-fighting over three states. We got to check out his plane, have a nice
dinner, catch up a bit, and see his baby pics of frank B.R. The fifth. I
thought the military base would be full of security but I guess they didn't
see the pregnant lady as much of a threat so we waltzed right onto base and
right up to the plane. I didn't realize how small they were, not much
bigger then a Cessna. I guess I'm used to looking at commercial planes.