That was a wonderful idea GL! I went a step further though. I found some stray AAI pilots digging thru a dumpster outside a Popeyes in ATL. I approached slowly and let them smell my hand as they were a wary bunch. I regaled them with stories of VJA, room parties in MAF, and 1-2-3. I lured them into my limo and my driver took us to the compound at Lake Lanier. When we arrived, I plied them with enough Kool-Aid that I felt it was safe to remove their leashes and let them play awhile in the yard. I assigned each of them a number . . 5879, 5880, 5881, and so on. We learned games like Commute to OAK, Keep The Throttles on The Left, and Chase Craig Johnson. It was great fun to be able to help such needy souls. I could tell some didn't appreciate the condescension, but I'm confident they'll learn how my charity helps us all get along.
Sorry to keep it short, but I see some DAL bubbas in need of help.
THANKS FOR THE INSPIRATION GENERAL LEE!
Now that is not very nice, but crazy funny!