Well Sonny, back on 11-24-71, I was in a bind. To be discreet I will keep it simple, not to be too detail oriented. I had been working for the man, and they cut my benefits and pension in August of 70. I reached my breaking point. My work was integral to their cause. I had to take matters into my own hands. My plan worked out perfectly, I never meant to hurt any of the Northwest Orient Airlines employees, and I didn't. They were very accommodating. It certainly was a hassle, but once I got the money that I thought I definitely deserved, and the parachute, which was a stressful situation because I thought they would sabotage it, but fortunately they did not, and I jumped from that airplane and went on to live a very good life. It was a victimless crime and I have no regrets. That jump was colder than a witches you know what and I suffered from frostbite, a pretty bad case I must admit, but I had to refrain from going to the hospital because I didn't want to make any noise. I still have nerve damage in my hands from that incident, but it was damn well worth it. I mapped this whole thing out and I had a colleague pick me up at a rendevous spot. He had to wait 7 hours because jumping from an airplane ain't none too accurate. But that little incident set me up for life and I have no regrets as I enter the ending chapter of my life. They got what they deserved. DB