This entry may come as a disappointment. Especially for those of you who've anxiously
returned to find out the answer to last week’s puzzle - namely, do I feel
cooler with a shaved armpit or not?
But it's still a bit cool to reliably test
that, so allow me a brief squee.
Because of the way things are, I sometimes need to move
around from place to place in a helicopter. Usually, this is done in big
helicopter with small windows, where everyone sits with their backs to the
windows facing each other.
There's not a lot to see. We get in, we go up, we go down, we get off.
I'd heard there was a smaller chopper - A UH-1 Huey, they use when the number of passengers is low. I never thought I'd get a
chance to ride. There were always too many people.
I was thrilled my last time, though. I walked out and saw the Huey waiting on the tarmac. An airman buckled me into the back seat
with a lap belt. A length of rope was fashioned into sort of a handle and hung
from the ceiling.
Strapped in, we lifted off and banked out over
the city, my toes hanging out over the edge, the sun rising over the cool
morning as millions below wake up and try and get through another day.
The job has its hassles, but a boyhood dream
fulfilled is worth it.
No photos allowed, but here is what I imagine
it looked like.
Wheeeee!!!!!
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