October
21, 2010 (I
was 65)
If
you were seven in 1952 in northern Minnesota
and you heard a plane overhead you looked up
It would be a small plane Piper Cub red
maybe silver but nothing big and of course summer
If you were at the ball field
you lay on your back in the grass to watch it
It happened every other day or so
You made the connection with the plane
knew someone was alone flying up there
depending on the sound of that motor
to get them back to that little strip in Hibbing
If the engine coughed more than once
you listened hard and looked harder
Your uncle said you had to stall it and restart
just to get your pilot’s license
It seemed dangerous to me
I wanted to learn to fly
I just didn’t want to have to use a plane
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