I had an uncle Robert who was an airline pilot. He was the epitomy of prudence and caution. He had seat belts installed in his car in the 50's. I figured if th

I had an uncle Robert who was an airline pilot. He was the epitomy of prudence and caution. He had seat belts installed in his car in the 50's. I figured if this man chose to earn a living by flying, that was good enough for me safety-wise. He rose in seniority to the point where he could choose any route, anywhere in the World. He flew Vancouver/Chile to minimize time zone difference. One time my 90-year old grandmother (his mother) came to visit me. On the way back, Robert was going to take her home on the flight he was piloting. I sat with the frail old lady in the airport departure lounge. As her grey-haired son, a paragon of authority resplendent in his captain's uniform, strolls through the terminal, she points to him and proudly tells a flight attendant: "That's my boy!"