All of us who are no strangers to wonder of flight and who spend significant time in the air understand clearly that having a good and reliable maintenance shop is a crucial part of it all. As one sticker says, "Aircraft Mechanic, keeping pilots alive since 1903".

T-hangar mafia, as we like to call our group of aviators here, also had an awesome place to bring the birds for annuals, upgrades, and repairs.

It feels like yesterday. The time we used to spend in the shop. What Jimmy the Squirrel and others saw as well-equipped aircraft maintenance shop with a friendly and skilled staff, I, through my perception channels, saw it as a decompression zone. For me, it was also a shield from the stress of the modern days. A place with neatly stacked airplanes where I could forget about the noise of the world. The only noise I could hear there were roaring engines or Randall (shop owner and a quite a character) explaining-yelling something very important. Things were simple there and I liked it. I liked hanging around, chit-chatting about airplanes and everything else, sharing laughs, and sometimes even offering a helping hand with sweeping, cleaning, and tidying up. The friendly and relaxed atmosphere was always a warm welcome and we all truly appreciated having skilled Randall overseeing our airplanes that were getting the best care possible.

Rarely we called the shop by its business name, for us it was at "Randall's".

"See you at Randall's!" "Are you going to be at Randall's?" "Bring it to Randall's."

I will never forget the views from the shop and the time we all spent there. And especially today, I am very glad I took the time to document all those moments and that I did not forget to enjoy those times to the max, so today I can be comforted by all that. The past tense and my sentimental tone probably summed it all and revealed that I am writing this piece in a loving memory of Randall - wizard airplane mechanic and our friend.