Russell Scott Day Poster
The night was one perfect at the airport and who we called Aunt Keaton had died. Chet Gant and Keaton were in a Burlington NC family that was civilized and wonderful and I am sorry I broke their lawn mower trying to mow their lawn.
One day I did gain patience to mow lawns, but delivering newspapers was what I was better suited for. I like to go around in circles. You know great and powerful people go around in circles all the time doing whatever it is they do.
Golf is one of those circle things. The solar system is circular. Molecules and atoms have that sort of shape of circles.
Then is when I thought up how having a nation of airports would be a great thing. Atlantic Aero is still far as I know a good place to hang out. No real big surprise that Hondajet did from there their test flights and I am impressed about that for the state of NC.
We used to see the Nike` missiles pointed up at the sky in Burlington off the highway. I was young. They are impressive looking rockets. Those things ought to be just fired off more so that we can learn to do something more with them. Taking pictures with drones is wonderful as a growth for no good reason industry. Radio shack toy drones would be good string haulers for cat play during the day.
Occupy could use them to watch the police with.
I heard that years ago people where using ultralights to get to work in the flatlands of the dusty west. They supposedly flew into parking lots of big box stores. I never saw it happen. It sounded possible.
RC controlled airplanes and now the small go pro type cameras on gyroscopically stabilized drones mean that the real dream of going to the driveway and taking off isn’t that far away. The way things are going it will take another war for us to get left overs.
Maybe not.
The Curtiss Jenny sold by the government surplus didn’t do Boeing much good, nor did it apparently kill it. The early planes weren’t that fast and used lots of anywhere. Dumping poisons became profitable.
Lots of time young men do things old men don’t approve of. We’d mostly all go broke if that wasn’t the case.
It is now 100 years since WWI. Who was the last pilot to die.
There is the old wonderful saying every old man needs to at least say to every young man, or woman now. “There are old pilots and bold pilots, but no old bold pilots.”
Lately I’ve been concerning myself with wondering what sort of government will men be ruled by on Mars. Now I really don’t want to go.
I am old now so I’d be less trouble. There really is conflict associated with chasing women. Getting loose and cutting the women out of the herd is looked down on. When and how to get high, have sex?
What was the most fun submarine to live and work on? Dave Marquet knows. I don’t mind advertising his textbook on leadership Turn the Ship Around. It sounds as if he created a good powerful and useful environment on the boat. That “boat” looks essentially what colonies on Mars must be like. There won’t be but so many choices for how to do things. So thinking about how to govern ourselves over and over again has to be done because we forget.
Look at the facts. There are now no living WWI pilots.
The drone quadrocopter made possible by the electric gyroscope means that we won’t need as many airports again.
Obviously it is not that big a joke to Amazon that wants to deliver books and christmas toys with drones. The Oblivion movie has that flying machine in it. Wow. That’s a looker. Can I have one?
I was at peace out there by myself at night at Atlantic Aero in a city of about 170 thousand at the time.
The night is amazing.
A port at night is quiet and it is when I thought and did some writing. I remember what the moment of my important and simple thought was like when the weather was perfect and the cockroach heads had just left.
Cockroach heads were big in a Learjet sort of looking space ship real pleased and laughing with themselves for getting to the similar place not needed. They were the black hole surfers.
Only young cockroach heads were strong enough to be cockroach heads.
My Arsenal, Marker on panel fixed about 24′ by 32′. or Truth is the Target