My high school journalism teacher told me not to bury the lede, so I won’t: This will be my final Taking Wing column in FLYING.
Now, now. Sheathe those pitchforks and snuff those torches, good citizens, for the magazine leadership has nothing to do with this. My editors assure me that if they had their druthers, I would scribble on ’til the ink pot slipped from my ancient, withered fingers.
