I met Max at Lakewood NJ in 1969-70. He was a rotund fellow in those days with a great sense of humor. A visiting Skygod managed to annoy all of us with criticism and poorly chosen remarks. The fellow was going to show us how R/W was done. Max suggested he spot the load and, as the plane turned on jump run, Max prompted, "Ya, this is a Norseman. You got to lean way out there to spot!" As the fellow leaned further, Max bumped him out the door. As the fellow fell away, Max smiled mischievously and announce, "He fell out!" The lasting lesson was never to exhibit attitude at altitude, to be friendly and blend in socially. I thought highly of him and will never forget him. Blue Skies forever, Max.