Have you seen this story? If it’s already been posted and discussed here, forgive me. Jeff and Christine McLean were married last year. He flies in the Navy; she flies in the Air Force. They have been apart for most of their married life. The other day, by chance, her plane refueled his. Jeff McLean was quoted as saying, “After she gave me about 10,000 pounds of fuel, I flew right up next to her cockpit. She turned on the lights and waved, and I could see her, but it’s pretty dark in my jet, so I’m not sure that she ever saw me waving . . . We were able to fly together all the way out of country [Afghanistan, I believe] and back over the Arabian Sea at 500 knots, then I had to head back and land on the ship and she headed back to her base. As we broke apart, I lit my afterburner, which hopefully looked pretty cool in the dark. It was an absolutely perfect flight.” Perfect indeed. This is a beautiful story, from many angles, I think you’ll find. By the way, I’m titling this little post “Love in the Air.” Do you remember the name of Reagan’s first movie? “Love Is on the Air” — about, of course, a radio announcer, which the actor had just been. P.S. Do you think with-it, cool conservatives will score me for “Reagan nostalgia”? Or for this rather musty use of “score”? (Used to be very common in headlines — “criticize,” “knock,” “condemn,” etc. “K-chev Scores Ike over Powers Affair!”)