And suddenly, with a certain Proustian rush in vivid 8-bit color, I recall long hours spent repeatedly pushing my little teal Cessna off Meigs Field only to cra

And suddenly, with a certain Proustian rush in vivid 8-bit color, I recall long hours spent repeatedly pushing my little teal Cessna off Meigs Field only to crash into the Sears Tower whilst attempting to land on top of it. The point of such a feat, you ask? To savor the pleasure of taking off again, of course.