The summer before I started high school, I watched the movie Top Gun at least 200 times. It was one of two VHS tapes that didn’t bore me at my dad’s house, where I was spending the summer. I lived vicariously through Maverick and Goose. I wanted to fly those planes because I knew even back then that there had to be a high in that. I will fill you in on a small, but possibly important detail. At that point in my life, I had never even been on a commercial plane. But I was addicted to the idea of a thrill and I wanted it.