Paris… I remember Paris

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...
Ground-loops?

Ground-loops?

“JEEZ, DON’T GROUND-LOOP IT!” “Jeez! – don’t let it ground-loop!!!” Shrinking from the baggy-eyed bully as he grabbed the controls, I glared at him. “Hey wait, dammit – ground loop?!” He relaxed his grip as we rolled out, giving me back the rudder to steer the...