Strano 2of3: Particularly now, in light of his (for me) untimely passing, we HS-75 guys were blessed & graced to reconnect with Carl twice in the past 3 years, at squadron reunions, the most recent one in JAX, which he principally organized. Although many years had passed since the halcyon days of our “flying youth”, the same “Saviolan” light was still burning, the “joi de vivre” still in evidence, the same insouciant, arched eyebrow, mildly irritated response at every dumb, dunderheaded remark, idea etc. was still in play, undimmed!. “I” was charmed; and now clearly having moved into the sunset of our Navy life, was so looking forward to more reunions - of our special NAVY AIR FAMILY, resuscitating our OWN BAND OF BROTHERHOOD. Ironically, even though we continued to keep in touch by e-mail, and even knowing Carl was experiencing some health issues, I didn't go to GQ when he failed to respond to a few of my more recent ones. I nevertheless continued to let all that life & light seduce me into thinking that he, like me, was now at max endurance with plenty of fuel left. I should have known: Carl was all Navy, all the time: Type A, attaboy-trained, “b___s to the wall”, fly hard/play hard, max speed kind of guy.