I love old stuff. Just can’t help it really; old airplanes, cars, and boats, old houses and books. I am fascinated by history and the artifacts left in its wake. One of the reasons that I so love going to airshows, particularly the prestigious meets like AirVenture and Sun ‘n’ Fun, is so I can salivate over the warbirds and the classics. Seeing a P-51 Mustang fresh out of restoration, like the one I encountered in Oshkosh this past summer, stirs in me a massive appreciation for the machine and the people who built, flew, and maintained them in wartime. Walking up to a gleaming Beech Staggerwing, like the one brought to NBAA this year, causes me to think about the executives who climbed into the back seat and the trailblazing pilots who flew these airplanes in the formative years of business aviation. I have talked with countless owners of such airplanes over the years and to a person they proclaim to not own them, but only to be their temporary caretakers.