I heard it before I saw it, the twin Pratt & Whitney radials roared over the house and I got a glimpse of the yellow fuselage through the trees. The plane was too low and on the wrong flight path for Crystal, the local airport, so I figured something special was going on. Yup, there it goes, off in the opposite direction. I alerted my boy, Riley, and we jumped in the car and headed for the closest lake in the correct direction; if we were lucky, maybe they would come back.