Look for the soaring soul of America this week of high summer among the corn fields and pastures around Oshkosh, Wisconsin. The gentle prairie breezes are being ruffled by the snarls of thousands of tiny airplanes, birthed in basements and garages, built from plans or kits, antiques rescued from rust and decay by men and women who, like Orville and Wilbur Wright, still want to fly free like birds. Now and then at this mecca of private aviation, the towering cumulus clouds are sundered by warbirds like the gull-winged Corsair, the kind the Jolly Rogers squadron flew in the Pacific, lovingly...
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