I remember as a child, out playing in the yard burning leaves with a magnifying glass, and suddenly realize I hear the distant rumble of radial engines overhead. I stopped dead in my tracks and turn heavenward to spot the plane. I miss those thundering radials, pounding out horsepower. Ya, they were cantankerous, oil-dripping messy, sputter to life spewing clouds (and I mean clouds) of smoke and flame, machines. To me, the staccato exhaust chatter is as exhilarating as any Sousa march, especially multi-engine. The pleasure was ALL mine as I witnessed Kansas City based, Airline History Museum's TWA Constellation, Thirty-Seven Charlie, take-off from Joplin, Missouri. The Connie came abreast of me, yet to rotate, exhaust flames flashing. The engines were humming, yes humming a very deep, visceral hum. How wondrous a sight as she rotated and ascended the skies, trailing smoke, exhaust flames and chatter! Today it's a rare experience indeed, and I'm sad it's becoming nearly extinct.