Got My Head In The Clouds
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 ...