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I’ve written previously about my Dad’s occupation as a spray pilot, which is what led me to have adventures as a kid walking across fields. As a “flagger” for the spray planes, my job was to wave a flag for the spray pilot to line up on, then move across the field as he made a pass in the spray plane. All this was before GPS made flaggers unnecessary. If Dad was spraying large fields far from the airport or a suitable landing spot, of if some problem caused a delay, we flaggers might be dropped off in a field early in the morning about sunrise and not be picked up for hours, possibly even late afternoon. Now that sounds bad, but at the time, we didn’t mind. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was usually a pleasant day. We would walk and flag for a while, then relax while the planes went back for chemical and fuel, and we spent more time relaxing than walking, so it was an easy day.