The Sudden Demise of Wing-Girl
Monday, December 7 th , 2015 was a day that shall remain a busy memory in my professional life as an over-the-road truck driver. I completed a multi-stop trip in the state of Connecticut. After that journey was finished, I grabbed a fresh box of furniture and set off in the darkness for the small town of Morrisville, Vermont, which resides in the northern middle of the state. As I neared my destination I noticed Morrisville-Stowe State Airport was sliding by outside my passenger window. I looked over, twisting my neck all around, trying to get a glimpse of just one airplane. I’m also a pilot and that’s what we do- it does not matter what kind of airplane we see, any kind of wing reminds us of our happy place and the mere sight of one is akin to aviator porn. (I think I did manage to see one half of a Cessna 172 fast asleep in the tie-down area of the airpark.) It was after ten at night when I pulled into the parking lot of the Big Lots store I would be delivering to in the...