That’s right it starts with an earthquake, birds snakes and airplanes.
Jose is sitting and spinning off the coast of southern New England. That means gray skies, wind and surf.
Oh yeah. Surf. 5-10 foot swells around noon tomorrow. Guess where I will be?
Car is already packed. I figure to sleep in until 8am, swing by Duncan to fill up the thermos. Then down the Kennebec Chaudière.
It will be windy, and unfortunately the wind will be out of the north. That means chop on a south facing beach.
Worst comes to worst, I will make a nice drive to the coast in the rain, listening to a book. Best case: The wind is more to the east and we get awesome swells.
Either way, I’ll be dressed for it.
I sent a letter of inquiry to the flight school. I spelled out my questions. My money is consolidated. I am ready to start. With any luck I can get an orientation flight this weekend.
In 1989, while I was in AOCS, I saw one of the class t-shirts mounted in a passageway.
Across the top was the DI and class Officer’s names. The class number. Below that was a tableau, an F/A-18 pilot looking over his shoulder and he was going vertical. Behind him was a full blown War at Sea. Nimitz class carrier in full blown flight ops, Soviet era destroyers and cruisers launching weapons.
Above the picture was the phrase “It’s The End of the World as We Know It”
And below the picture was “And I Feel Fine.”
Looking back, I realize we never really looked at the big picture. Sweating in the cockpit we never worried about anything other than getting the job done. We didn’t think about family or country. We only thought about the job.
Fuck it. I’m going surfing. And I feel fine.
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