The Privilege of Age
A week or two ago I heard Chesley Sullenberger III on the radio. You remember our man Chesley – he's the stone cold ace who seemingly without flinching dropped a 747 smooth as silk into the Hudson when he lost power over Manhattan. Saved something like 200 lives, minimal drama, all in a day's work or so it appeared. He was receiving yet another accolade or honorarium when I heard him, and with characteristic humility he said something like the following: "I have had the privilege of living long enough to become very good at something that is extremely difficult to do well. My profession may be one of the few in which g