Russ Healy always insisted that the old girl understood. But Russ was that rare sort of creature--a flyer who was sentimental. Of course, on the face of things, it was sheer rot. A plane is an inanimate object, theoretically--and therefore incapable of understanding. But Russ didn’t look at it that way. There was no doubt about the fact that he loved the Jenny. He’d picked her up right after the war, on a government sale. She hadn’t been flown at all, and Russ had worked with her ever since that time. He’d joy-hopped her, taken a chance on air advertising, smoke writing, stunting. He’d even done some air surveying with her, and I think he chased boll weevils, down South, at one time--sprayi…
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