Robb Tiller spent the night of Hurricane Jeanne doing what he has done for most of his 62 years -- trying not to lose his ass. Every hour, as 130-mph gusts raked the grassy shore of Lake Okeechobee where his three-decade-old, amphibious Lake LA-4 airplane was staked to the ground, the once-and-aspiring somebody trudged outside in his rubber waders and military poncho. Sometimes, the gale was so strong that he had to tie a rope around his waist and secure it tree to tree as he half-crawled, half-staggered to the plane, which was parked about 100 feet from the cluttered diesel Mountain Air RV that... More >>>
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The relics of Robb Tiller's life are packed inside old trucks and a bus. "People go, 'Robb, you've got to be a billionaire,'" he says. Hardly. But he's still working on it.