Sounds coming from the back seat of our training planes were usually disturbing.  Sometimes, an instructor was trying to pound a point into our lowly brains.  They did it sometimes by bellowing.  They did it also by roaring. 

One instructor was different.  Sometimes when he was in the back seat and not actually in the process of instructing, this strange and unconventional flight mentor from Tennessee would relax, key the intercom button and sing softly his version of “All My Exes Live in Texas,” over and over and over.  Finally, one student summoned the nerve to ask for an explanation.  This is one of the sad, nostalgic stories.



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