Somedays are the days I break people wide-open when I fly with them, and they actually glow. They become human glow sticks so luminescent their eyes shine, and their emotion and thoughts become transparent braille, readable on the surface of their skin. I know that they have broken wide-open when their shoulders relax and they […]
All the somewhere posts have multiple meaning. simple please I’m looking for the perfect airport and that search begins with believing that it already exists, somewhere in the mist like Brigadoon, even if I haven’t found it yet. My search started while sitting on the porch with my barnstormer family, talking about the dream home […]
What I do know is that there is something near me, that I have a key for. It’s here, in somewhere, and it has been waiting patiently for me, for quite some time.
This time I knew I would find home where the most love was. That was my “sugar.” I know I’m getting closer!
This year my eyes lit up with the ballet of incandescent winged things, trailing sparkles and smoke through layers of blue twilight. The airshow performers were perfect dancing spectacles of glowing grace, twirling and hurling in cloudless skies. They twinkled at us from a vertical stage that stretched forever, like lightning bugs captured briefly in […]
1 check 2 threat.At some point, we can all decide which parts of our history to record, and which parts we want to rewrite. I will be fifty years old next Saturday, and we are flocking west on the B-29 tour. Further west than I have ever flown, to Denver, Colorado, landing at Rocky Mountain Metro […]
“The Judges are here,” I texted Kevin. Yuck. What was a really fun afternoon in the vintage showcase, had just become a really un-fun afternoon. I hate being judged, and I hated the idea of subjecting my plane to it as well. Before Sun n Fun in April, I told Kevin Kimball I wasn’t going […]
At dinner in Madison last night, I got a text from my friend Chuck Gardner who flies the P51 , with a picture of his throttle on the Mustang broken completely in half. My first thought was poor little Mustang. All those different hands and all the years of rough treatment on one thin piece […]