A Philadelphia lawyer who took to the air to escape the tensions of modern life, then wrote Week-end Pilot to tell about it, flies again. This time the adventures of author and family center around their shiny new Piper Comanche, Fancy, and how they fly all over the place in it having a big time. Included are descriptions of storms, of being lost over the West Indies, and of seeing a good chunk of the United States from 10,000 feet up. All of this is written in a literate style but choked with a kind of Kiwanis optimism made even worse by breezy journalese and wise crackery which soars much lower than the author himself. Not very good, but interesting probably to those who do, or want to, fly.