I had a friend at the Gallup airport that flew up until a few months before he died at age 88. He was a B-17 and B-29 Commander in WWII.
He didn't have a medical so he always flew with another pilot. And I mean he flew. He sat in the left seat and did it all. His landings were always mains down within one foot beyond the threshold. In the air he was always on course and on altitude. Gusty crosswind landings did not bother him one bit.
Not long after I started flying in Gallup, I landed and parked the plane. Jack pulled up in a golf cart and said get in. He took me out to the runway and showed me my tire marks, about a foot right of center line and a good 20-25 feet beyond the threshold. Now it was a windy day, about 30G40 and 30 to 40 degrees off center line.
Jack got on to me about that. I'll never forget what he told me: "I understand you were a bush pilot before coming here, so I expect better landings than this.''
He saw that while sitting in the FBO.
Every landing I do, I land as if Jack is watching me.