Unleaded fuel sold since the mayor declared “mission accomplished”: about two dozen gallons. Leaded: over a million. Schools under the training loops: 30-plus. Children tested by the county: zero.

Private aviation, stripped of the romance, is paying for the privilege of dripping a neurotoxin on the people beneath you. The damage is permanent. The volume is up. The deadline is sliding. The unleaded tank is right there, and if a plane can’t use it, hangars exist.