The Gift of Flight
by Lee H. Goldberg
With the hullabaloo surrounding the 100th anniversary of the Wright's first flight in full swing, I have tried to avoid the subject in order to keep from adding to the already-fierce signal-to-noise ratio with my own redundant observations. Unfortunately, the aviation demon inside me won't be silent and, despite my better judgment, a short story about flying kept leaking out of my fingers onto the keyboard.
In these modern times where flying is commonplace and much more an exercise in systems management than the adventure it was for me as a child, I love the old, run-down field where I learned to fly even more. While I never stood on the sands of Kitty Hawk, the short grass strip at Twin Pines is about as close to those early days of aviation as one can get in these more modern times. Flying there is still a dicey thing, subject to the vagaries of elderly machinery, New Jersey weather, and how deep the mud holes in the runway are. The seedy airport, elderly plane, and eccentric characters in the story are all true, and if anything, toned down a bit to make them believable.
Please consider this short, true-life story a small holiday offering left in your stocking in hope of making you smile, remember your own children, and perhaps to consider getting your own wings.
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Best wishes for a holiday season filled with love, and a new year filled with hope.
LEE
lgoldberg@green-electronics.com.