Michelee Cabot
Author, Adventurer & Pilot
Flying The Omega
FLYING THE OMEGA As I peer out at sturdy fan palms and frilly guasimas thrashing in the desert winds, their branches hanging onto trunks for dear life, I’m plenty glad to be on the ground. A few minutes ago a fierce gust blew a mess of doves right out of where they...
Carine’s Wedding
La Belle Ann, La Belle Carine In the little picturesque town of Princeton, MA, live a delightful pot pourri of citizens, a cross section of the globe, even. The town sits high on the hip of a monadnock in central Massachusetts. We lived there for many years, raising...
Bobby of the Alameda
Mexico - a complex culture of family, friends, and connections. Its warm and charming people gather happily to chat and share, most times in the plazas. One such locus, Alamos’ Plaza de la Alameda, is a bustling center complete with bandstand for music. In its...
Newly Released!
If you are looking for something to read over the holiday season, then I suggest you check out my new book, India, David and the Devil. You can find it for sale at the following retailers: Barnes and Noble Amazon
Coincidences Strange and Wonderful
Coincidences, Strange and Wonderful Several years ago, our flying adventures propelled us to the artsy, picturesque Mexican town of San Miguel de Allende. In those days it was still quite authentically, culturally Mexican, with all of the country’s flavor and charm...
Tis The Season to Be Jolly – or not
It goes like this. The Devil has a garage sale. The crowd is interested but not big. He isn’t, after all, too popular. I stop in, against my better judgement. Curiosity nudging me along, I peer and poke over the collection of old tools – a trowel, a broken car part...
Student Pilot Terrors
FIRST TIME OUT ALONE “Oh please God, I’m lost,” I whimpered. As I write this, I’m a student pilot again. Remembering, my palms go cold and slippery with sweat. It was solo time again – this time to fly away from home. I hoped. Puffed up with bravado, I pleaded with my...
My Friend Anne
The woman who once staffed our Princeton post office, the pivotal citizen in the gathering place of our country town, is gone. Anne Mason, postmistress to a generation, was days ago struck down by an ugly, fast attack of cancer. Annie was a woman of her times, a...
Prisoner transit
There can be a strange passing parade, at airports. Sometimes most diverting. Remember years ago when dangers arrived in the mail? When poisons or explosives were the fad threat to hated politicians, members of Congress, celebrities? Letter bombs, arsenic in...
Unavoidably Detained – Plan B
UNAVOIDABLY DETAINED In aviation, a basic survival rule is not to be tempted by “get-home-itis,” a condition that lures you into flying into weather conditions you’re not equipped to handle. It can, and often does, lead to a terrifying death. Staying on the ground,...
RIP Don Jesus
Don Jesus Gil is gone. Beloved Don Chuy, as known to friends and family. The landmark man of the Plaza de Armas, dueno of the Terra Cotta restaurant of the Portal of the Portales, is no more. I am amazed at how saddened I am by this particular call to The Beyond. An...
Body Man
WHERE DID THE BODY MAN GO? In bygone years, as people aged and got wobbly and dotty, there were well-muscled care-givers who were like a handy man. I remember one named “Will” who used to chase after old lady “Hen” who lived on the Chesapeake Bay. An elderly...
Guardian Angel Mexicano
Guardian Angel Mexicano, Jorge Guardian angels can come anywhere you need them. High overhead fireworks gloriously crackled and thundered, blowing apart in streaming sparks. Stars and tiny moons were bursting, flaring, and exotic ovals of tiny lights were wobbling and...
Close Call Cat
The Close Call Cat “What’s that?” asked my son. He was in the right passenger seat, peering through cupped hands at the plane’s generator warning light in front of him. We were flying over the sound, from Martha’s VIneyard to the mainland. I leaned over, saw...
Paris… I remember Paris
PARIS, the last time… Paris, my heart is breaking. My heart was young and gay… so was yours. Will it ever be again? I think mine will not. It’s aching for your terrible bloodbath, one that never should have happened. The magical city of my teens has erupted, perhaps...
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