I returned from SF recently via United, and arrived at Bradley when the temperature was four degrees and a nasty crosswind was blowing. Everyone braced for getting slammed as we came down, and burst into applause when it went without any suggestion of turbulence.

I figured the pilot had to be Navy, and had honed his skill landing on carrier decks. He was in the front as I left and shook his hand. A kid, maybe 30, who learned to fly in Florida.

His employer heard from me.