Pilot’s Logbook Flying charters, you always meet some interesting characters along the way. Some are puking in planes; some are puking in bars. Never boring. There was old Morris, who was a WWII veteran. Only he fought for the Germans. After the war, he moved to Mexico and built himself a large ranch along the Gulf coast near La Pesca. He and his wife would come up to Brownsville every few months for supplies and then have me load up the Cessna 208 and fly them back to his ranch, where I’d land on the dirt strip. Trouble was, Morris bought so much,