Jason S. Harry

It was probably almost two years ago when it all happened. I was in the shower, washing off a day of work, when my wife yelled up the stairs, and around the corner. “Jason, your dad is on the phone!” I sighed and replied, “Can you tell him I am naked and wet, and will call him back in a few minutes?”  As I finished making myself beautiful, I wondered what that could be all about. Dad never calls me at home during the week. He knows I’m almost always out on the road. I wondered, with a little worry, if something terrible had happened.  My instincts turned out to be correct. My pop is a talented pilot teacher (AKA: Flight Instructor.) He uses two of our Aeronca Champs to give instruction to his students at the airport. When I called my dad back, he informed that one of his pupils had landed a wee bit short of the runway. It was by the luck of the draw that the airplane involved in the incident had my name on the door. My first concern, of course, was that no one got ...

I let my wife sleep in this morning. There was no need for her to drive me down to my truck when I could walk there in ten minutes. After a few cups of coffee, and some pictures in the garden, I departed on the short jaunt. I hadn’t finished the first block when a late model Toyota Camary pulled up to the curb where I was walking. Inside were two black males. In the passenger seat sat a young man wearing a baseball hat. The driver was older, perhaps his grandfather or a man who became a father later in life. The young man asked me a question, but I couldn’t hear him, so I walked up to the window. I could now see the young man was wearing a baseball uniform.  “Do you know where the baseball field is?” “Yeah. Go up to the sign that says 419 and make a right. Go down the hill, and make a right where CVS is. Follow it straight to the end.” The young man seemed frustrated, the older gentleman even more so. The kid asked me for details on exactly where to turn. I d...