Good gosh, observed the airborne Bengalista as he picked a couple of Canadian geese out of his teeth at Mach 3, they look just like kid's toys down there on the runway. Briefly he thought of buzzing the terminal to jolt some groggy traveler awaiting his Denver connection. Then, recalling his ill-advised close approach at St. Louis terminal a few days earlier, he instead changed course and arced up, up, up into the burning blue, higher and higher, where never lark, nor even eagle flew, a stripey orange bullet on a collision course with destiny.Sunday, April 24, 2011
View of Minn/St. Paul Airport
Good gosh, observed the airborne Bengalista as he picked a couple of Canadian geese out of his teeth at Mach 3, they look just like kid's toys down there on the runway. Briefly he thought of buzzing the terminal to jolt some groggy traveler awaiting his Denver connection. Then, recalling his ill-advised close approach at St. Louis terminal a few days earlier, he instead changed course and arced up, up, up into the burning blue, higher and higher, where never lark, nor even eagle flew, a stripey orange bullet on a collision course with destiny.
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2 comments:
Roy, This is one odd hobby. Funny, but odd.
OH HUSH UNCLE BRIAN. YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS. ;)
Dad, its adorable. Please retire and write your book already.
<3
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