Sometimes a person will ask a question and when they get the answer, they wish that they had kept their mouth shut. Such a thing happened to me, some time ago, in Florida. Louise and I became acquainted with a couple whose summer residence was near Onaway, so I asked them if they knew Cliff Sweat, and they said that they did, but neither one had seen him, for some time.
They were having the Onaway paper sent to them and the very next issue that they received, carried an article relating that Cliff Sweat had committed suicide. If I had not asked that stupid question, I could have kept right on thinking that, after 35 years, Cliff Sweat was still flying someone else’s airplane over the swamps of Presque Isle County, Michigan.