On Saturday mornings his father would take 16 year-old Eugene out driving. Eugene wanted stickshift like all his friends but they only had his mother's Chevette. His dad drove a company car.

That was the most time they spent together, just the two of them, in all the time Eugene could remember. They talked about school, about girls, about life. It was only six weeks.

His father died of a heart attack two days after Eugene got his license. His father knew he could drive then, but he never knew he could fly.