One hundred years ago today Orville Wright became the first man to sprout wings and fly. His flight was so slow and traveled such a tiny distance (about 120 feet) that his brother Wilbur simply trotted along beside the plane. Today we still haven't perfected the art of flying. We still have accidents, we continue to develop new technologies. However, there's no doubt that air travel today is a far cry from those humble beginnings. It's safer, certainly more comfortable and a luxury we often take for granted in our modern world.

I was introduced to the world exactly 66 years into the Age of Flight. I've only had 34 years of practice. The first jet didn't take to the air until the Age of Flight was 36 years old. No one figured out how to fly at supersonic speeds until 53 years after Orville first got it right. It took 67 years for the Concorde to reach Mach 2. I haven't quite figured this whole thing out yet, either. There's no doubt I'm getting better at it. The Mike of 34 is a lot better put together, for instance, than the Mike of 25. I've just got some crazy edges that need to get worked out. I've got a little more time, don't I?