The boy and the old plane both wished to fly, but the plane no longer believed in wishes. It had been so long since it had flown; abandoned, broken, and alone. The plane had forgotten how to believe. It’s hard to believe when you’re just parts in a shed. Separated so long from the sky, […]
I sat on the grass and talked to Meis. I asked Meis van der Rohe, “How could you do that, dear man?” Build a fortress of black bars and glass, in such a beautiful space, along the curve of Lake Michigan. Were your tower’s built to keep people out, or as a box to put […]
I hope you like my present. It’s the future and I made it just for you.
I flew with Schrödinger’s cat. We had a great time and he came back feeling more alive than when he left.
I have this plane because of you. I saw you standing at the airport fence, a Faraday Cage I couldn’t recognize you through. It had been so long since I had seen you. Seems like a thousand years ago. You recognized me first, or at least you thought you did. I couldn’t see your eyes […]
Has anyone seen Jimmie Allen? I’ve been looking all over for him. I stood in Russia with the Night Witches and pointed at his picture. “Do you recognize him?” All they said was, “Nyet.” I flew to Egypt to ask Count Almásy. “Have you seen Jimmie Allen?” László replied, “He doesn’t exist my dear, but I’m not […]
Walk across the ramp with me. Take my hand. Let’s go see the planes. Which one do you want? They’re all so beautiful, it’s hard to pick. I want the shiny one. Why? It the prettiest and looks fast. OK. Which one don’t you want? The one on the end. Why? It’s old and not […]
Blu was donated to Triple Tree Aerodrome to help their youth program July, 2017. “I know the price you paid to get Blu. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, that’s our lucky number.”
An angel laid on my wing in the museum. Her name is Evie. She was eight and told me she wanted to be a veterinarian. I saw the angel again a few weeks ago. Now she wants to be a ballerina. Both are worthy vocations. She tap danced in sandals, for her parents and me, […]
Missing the missing man. We saved a slot for him in the sky on the airshow fly-by. Look up. Do you see him in the space we erased? I do. Look down, he’s standing right in front of you. Go on. Keep talking about the planes and how many men were killed in them. About […]