As I am walking to the bar one day I am nearly blown over by a Rickster Powell, who is landing a noisy new micro-parachute called a Sabre at 500 mph between the buildings. It stays inflated after it hits the ground, while my old Pegasus collapses like a fish net. It is a glorious thing to behold, and the jumpers under canopy are whooping and shouting with glee. I go home full of wonder, the things we can accomplish in freefall. My how things change over time.
Most competitors have no idea how many logistical nightmares are eliminated by that rule.
The competition committee is listening, and changes are happening. Change is at once the best and most difficult thing to do. This is my last tidbit column for a few months. The Nationals and World Cup will fill that gap, and of course you can follow the action right here.