The first is a CL-44 in the colors of the Flying Tiger Line. That bird, manufactured in Canada of all places, almost killed my entire family. We put down in Anchorage, Alaska to refuel, and sometime after we departed one of the engines failed (it apparently caught on fire). The pilot tried to reach Shemya on the Aleutian Island chain for an emergency landing, but the crosswinds were too high, so he had to turn back for Anchorage—low on fuel. My Dad says he feathered another engine to conserve fuel and we barely made it back to Anchorage on fumes. This all happened in the middle of the night, and Dad says we were flying so low that he could see the whitecaps on the ocean below.