Flying Summers Brothers

Well, there’s no way around it. Some of the services I use when I am flying are provided by the Federal Government. The government appears to be controlled these days by larger interests than just the common citizen, so the airline industry is trying to get the FAA to impose “user fees” on little planes. Continue reading →

Most of what thrills me about being up in a plane is visual. There’s a perspective, which I often have in my mind when I am on the ground, that I finally get to see in reality when I fly. There are other pilots of the same plane who complain that eventually the great visibility is a liability because you roast in the sun. I don’t care, I just want to see more. If I could, I would have the entire cockpit Plexiglas, including the floor. (Helicopters are like that, huge globes of visibility that you float through the sky in. I would be more interested in learning to fly helicopters if they weren’t twice as expensive and twice as fragile.) Continue reading →

The night I returned from Las Vegas I had a dream about flying. I woke up from it sad (it was like that). It took me a while to fall back to sleep and while lying there I remembered the dream over and over. The next day I wrote it all down. I tried not to add to it, but dreams are difficult to tell. It feels like they happen all at once, and then your sleeping mind slowly unravels them, editing and embellishing where necessary as it tells the dream to the rest of your mind.

Most people are here to read about flying, but there’s only a little flying in this. As Nell said, “Well, it’s sort of depressing and since it’s a dream it’s not really a short story in the usual sense.” Exactly. But I like having somewhere to paste it in.