The 3PL Blob eats the concession stand at Torrey: "Eeek! It's eating all the hang gliders!"
I find my sympathies ally with Bill Armstrong in his efforts to secure Torrey Pines for hang gliding. Here you had a phenomenal pilot acting in the service of his sport, finding out he has sacrificed a big chunk of flying time for his work as Flight Director at Torrey. (Do I hear laughter? That's not the way it was? I don't know. I wasn't there.)
But you had a slew of mostly young pilots finding out they could do extraordinary feats that had never been done before, except maybe in sailplanes. Certainly not on kites. And they were trying to develop a way to keep their sites legal as the sport matured. Old Bill, here, got himself a paid position being around hang gliding. This started the income-generating concession at Torrey and the whole profit motive that grew around hang gliding there, and persists today, but now is relentlessly growing and morphing into something alien to the original concept -- like the 3PL Blob from Outer Space.
One thing that has changed today is that there are more and more old, retired, advanced hang glider and paraglider pilots on pensions or SSI that might be interested in doing a stint as Flight Director at Torrey if they could simply be allowed to park their motorhome on the spot where the concession shack was eaten by the 3PL Blob. The State of California offers a similar arrangement to retirees who manage highway rest areas. This would serve as part of a strategy to remove an inappropriate and cancerous commercial enterprise from a public open space.
"They do? With parachutes? Really..."
Retired hang glider pilot in motorhome learns about parachicks.
Bill, I think your on top of the situation and thanks for doing what I was thinking I would have to do (repeat myself). 
