so it would have looked pretty
damn suspicious to say I didn’t
want to go. Besides, I did want
to go. I just wanted to go high.
So when Mom reminded us at
dinner that we’d have to get
up early and dress in layers, I
cleared my throat as if to protest.
Instead I asked if I could invite
my friend Robyn to come along.
Again, I’d made the perfect
preemptory strike. Mom was
so happy I would participate
without incident that she not
only gave her blessing, but
let me ride in Robyn’s car.
Robyn Was Game
Scott’s company had box seats
and plenty of tickets. Robyn got
comp tix, with a can’t-beat view.
But that was only for starters.
You bet I’ll go. Those flyboys
are soooooo cute!
You can guess what we did on
the drive north of town. We
arrived, diamond-eyed,
behind dark sunglasses.
Aviator glasses. Ha! Hope those
pilots aren’t as wired as I am.
I hoped so, too. We sauntered