When I took my friend Jim Corley as a partner in my light twin, we already knew that we’d be spending the first few flights doing a comprehensive checkout—that is, after we got some of the other preliminaries out of the way first.
Jim and I had come to terms over a pleasant dinner with the wives, during which I scribbled some notes on a napkin and the next day drew up a five-page agreement that spelled out clearly the how’s and what’s of our bourgeoning co-ownership.
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