I think my brother would be in a better position to write about the helicopter industry, and how much it really is like a big family, in which everyone seems to know everyone else. But he is kinda hard to get a hold of recently, because he is out and about with “family” members. Not at the HAI, which is in full swing right now and at which this strip is set, but in Montana, of all places. You sure get around more as a helicopter pilot than as a comic artist!
I wonder if there’s an almighty godfather in the center of the family. Or maybe I’m thinking about the wrong kind of family here now, haha!