I can vividly remember riding along in our Ugly brown Buick with my mother. I guess I was about eleven years old. She told me when we left the house that we were on our way to what was going to be a great Adventure. She would not even give me a hint as to where we were going, so I was a little dubious as to this being such a wonderful adventure. We rode in silence. I knew better than to ask mom any questions. It’s not that I wasn’t a little curious, but because I was afraid of what the answer might be.  The last time mom and I took off in the car alone on the way to a big adventure; she dropped me off to live with my grandparents for an entire year. My little brother was not along for this adventure, so I definitely had reservations about this being such a good thing.  Little Jimmy not being along was always a bad sign. Jimmy was never excluded from good surprises only from bad ones. I figured she had left little Jimmy with her sister, my aunt Eliza, who loved little Jimmy more than anything else in the world.  Sometimes when it comes to big surprises having a creative artistic mother can be more of a curse than a blessing.

Mom turned our ugly old Buick into the entrance to the Airport. We had been to the airport several times in the past to watch airplanes take off and land for entertainment, but that was always at night and this was in broad daylight. As mom found a parking space, she finally told me what the big surprise was.  She leaned toward me with what was supposed to be an excited expression on her face and said, “Billy, I am going to take you on your very first airplane ride.”...

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