I feel old.
My mother remembered the first DC-3 that flew into the teeming metropolitan airport at Lima, Ohio. When I was in grade school (and getting interested in model building), the sound of a propeller-driven airplane would be heard several times a day over our house in Columbus. If it was a Constellation or a DC-7, or a Flying Boxcar from Lockbourne AFB, I'd stop what I was doing and watch it till it was out of sight. If it was a DC-3, I wouldn't bother. (Borrrring!)
I took my very first flight in a TWA Constellation. (Dad bought us a round-trip ticket to Dayton, so we could go to the Air Force Museum - still one of my favorite places in the country.) I remember when the first jet airliner, a Convair 880, landed at Columbus. (Hundreds of cars line the road to the airport to watch it fly overhead; when it finally did, there was a mass honking of horns. Dad and I got to look in the cockpit for a few seconds.)
I remember watching a PBS show about the DC-3, the big point of which show was that hundreds of them were still flying, because maintenance was so cheap that they could spend most of their time on the ground and still make money for the owners. That show must have been at least 20 years ago.
Just a few years back, as I was passing the little airport here in Greenville, NC, I heard loud, twin-engine sound over my head, and there was a DC-3 coming in for a landing. I made a u-turn and drove into the airport in time to see it park. It was an ex-military version, with the fancy double passenger/cargo door and a round piece of metal covering the hole for the astrodome.
Now DC-3s are considered museum pieces. There's a beautiful C-47 hanging from the ceiling of the U.S. Army Airborne and Special Forces Museum in Fayetteville, and the North Carolina Transportation Museum in Spencer has a Continental Airlines DC-3 under restoration.
I feel old....
Youth, talent, hard work, and enthusiasm are no match for old age and treachery.