TOD. Oh good grief, I have many many flying stories to tell. When I went to school in Kansas it was less expensive for my parents to put me on a puddle jumper plane than to drive the 8 hours down to get me for breaks and drive the 8 hours home both ways (I didn't have a car). So there were many times we landed in snow storms, rain, wind you name it. Once I was on a prop plane - one of those 20-30 seaters - and we landed in Fairmont MN after a snow storm at night- we hit the runway very hard and the lights went out in the plane. The grown man next to me screamed and dug his nails into my arm. Boy was he embarrassed when the lights came back up