."or "Mindy! This is unacceptable! B-! Study harder like your brotherdoes!" And so on. I did feel sorry for her in those moments.But not too much. I p...acticed hard to be a good athlete (yes,volleyball players are called athletes; so are golfers; the verdict'sstill out on badminton players though...). I studied really hard to getnot just an A- but an A or even an A+! I struggled toward my goals. Istruggled for my accomplishments. I didn't cheat, backstab, or deceiveanyone into giving me anything. The prices were reasonable and there was even a breakfast special. Their claim to fame had to be the morning biscuits. The biscuit that came with breakfast was huge. The thing was five or six inches in diameter and an inch thick. I looked forward to stuffing it with eggs and bacon when I was in a hurry.The special was two eggs, bacon or sausage, grits, and a biscuit for five bucks. It was a good deal I knew I would be back after I had the eggs. Unfortunately there coffee was crap. They served. My body was getting ripped! Not quite Sly Stallone in 'The Specialist', more like 'Stone Cold Steve Austin' without that much mass. I loved being able to look good while flexing in the mirror. But that came to a halt one afternoon while pushing myself on squats. My hamstring pulled and the sports doctor said to lay off of it for at least six weeks. That sucked. Now what was I going to do? That means I can't fly either. The boss isn't going to be happy about that. Oh, well. It's just a job.I. From above the Blue was unnoticeable ... the aircraft looked like a hodgepodge of the colors of a Louisiana fall.Flown by the Army from 1956 as a Command Transport, (read General's Toy) it flew all over Europe, SE Asia, Philippines, Australia, Hawaii and the CONUS (Continental United States) and just happened to be flying low over Cajun Country near New Orleans when the aircraft was involved in what was termed a "hunting accident" in 1976.A single .30 caliber bullet (forensics determined it was.