February 25, 2009 Leave a Comment

My first plane.

I remember when I was little — maybe I was nine or ten — my sister and I decided to build an airplane. It was in the summer, and being out on the farm during the summer meant that we didn’t have the benefit that the town kids had: we had to entertain ourselves. We [...]

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February 25, 2009 Leave a Comment

Drawing from the prison.

::From my Nicaragua 2009 trip.:: We refer to it as a fort, but I guess, whenever we’re told about it by our Nicaraguan friends, it comes out as theeprison that it was. Its stories are those of awful torture done by the Contras to the Sandinistas. Admittedly, I don’t want to think about it. It’s [...]

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February 25, 2009 Leave a Comment

The only rust is the pilot.

Dad’s older 172 is different than what I learned on. Inside and out. Instruments in different places, and not the same ones available that I had grown used to. I went flying last Saturday and, not having flown since early December, which was only the second time I’d been flying since October 31 when I [...]

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