It is the kind of day where the sky looks back at you like a cat. I recline in my seat, arms behind my head. My co-pilot, an orangutan, looks relaxed at his chair, giant hands hanging off his knees.… Continue Reading
I was seven. That’s not right. I had just had the water balloon birthday party, so it was late summer of 1999. I was nine. The sun had started its dive into the cornfield-covered horizon and my stomach was full… Continue Reading
Bill couldn’t breathe. The heavy, wet body of the helicopter pilot crushed painfully against his chest, lolling over his neck in a grotesque hug. Bill swung helplessly at him as the aircraft groaned and lunged in its perch. All Bill… Continue Reading
The incessant buzz forced me out of a comfortable reverie under the aircraft’s wing. I hated being disturbed but there was always the possibility some errant rattlesnake had crawled out of the New Mexico desert. Glancing around in all directions… Continue Reading