Let me introduce you to my father.  His name was Frank H. Wheeler, Jr., but everyone called him by his nickname given to him in college – ‘Moon’ (it’s not what you think – it was because he had a round face that resembled the ‘man in the moon’).  Moon was a most interesting character.  He was born and raised on a Mississippi cotton farm in the depression.  He received an aeronautical engineering degree from Mississippi State; flew a P-51 fighter plane in the Pacific theatre in WWII; worked for North American Aviation at LAX after the war; built, flew and competed in his personal aerobatic biplane (Pitts S-1C); and spent the vast majority of his life as a Chevrolet dealer. He was a smart, capable and educated man.  He was also a perfectionist who once told me that “If you’re going to do something, and do it right, do it yourself!”  Even though truth lived within those words, that advice was not scalable.