I keep telling everyone what a wonderful "catch" Micky is. Most people believe me, but put it off to public "sucking up" by a dependent husband. There is none of that. Micky is the most admirable person I've ever met!
This entire year we have planned and plotted a Disney vacation on her birthday. It just never occurred to us that the storm of the century would sweep in and make Florida through Maine wet and cold. The front stalled right over us and just poured 4-5 inches of wet, windy weather all day. The Disney birthday offer is only good on that calendar date. Micky didn't blink or whine, she faced the reality and moved on. "Pulled up her big-girl panties"
So we went to Kermit Week's Fantasy of Flight and had a ball. Kermit Weeks has a great technical collection, but what he does best is exhibit the romance and poetry of flight. One of the first displays is a simple six-sided box of mirrors with a video of soaring through the clouds playing and wind blowing. The simple act of leaning over the railing puts you in the clouds with a bird's soul view. I've done this before in small airplanes with open cockpits, but never without the life-affirming hammering of an engine.
The place is decorated in the art-deco style of the late thirties ,when flying was the penultimate expression of man's technical ascendancy over superstition. In addition to the airplanes, displayed next to them are the toys and silliness of aviation. Pedal car flyers and one man's road plane. Designed to drive to town on days when flying was out of the question. And the races and distance flyers are all here. I'm not sure that I'd like Kermit if I had the opportunity to meet him, but I do like his whimsical heart.
Micky found great joy in a simulator that let you try to fly and land a hot-air balloon and soar with cute little flying penguins in hang gliders.
More later.
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