When I was a kid, I never asked why airplanes fly. I didn't care why. It
was just the nature of airplanes. They flew. I would ride my bicycle down
to the airport and watch them. Sometimes for hours. Never asking why.

Now, decades later, I can talk for hours about those 'why's. I can show you
in the mathmatics the 'why's of it all. It's really elagent if you just
look at it.

Yet, if I twist around and look back at those big old wings, hanging there
seemingly motionless as the world rotates under us, the light comes on.
Suddenly, I KNOW why airplane fly. It's magic.

Rich