Paul Gross

AH, SWEET BIRD of youth-a time when maxing out meant a long, soaring flight, not the limit on your Visa card. When "Check out those tail feathers!" referred to the empennage of your latest flying creation, not to the chorus line at the Tropicana. Small wonder that "Where are the Juniors?" is heard more often at the flying field these days. In fact it's right up there behind "Are there any beers left?" Not one to shirk my share of responsibility for the future, I present for your approval the Up-Chuck.