So, this morning (it’s Christmas), I gave my DH and DBIL, both retired naval aviator captains from the fighter community, matching advanced skills micro drones, which fit in the palm of the hand. I bet my DSIL the two of them would be out in the cold trying to outdo each other with aerobatics, as soon as they got them charged up. Forget the hot cider and sticky pecan buns from the Amish market inside, the nice new parka or anything else, the “boys” are outside playing. Fun to watch. There are old pilots, there are bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots - except those flying drones on a cold Christmas Day. For those who celebrate this day, and to those who don’t, to all, best wishes for health and peace and contentment. And appointments!