On the 100th anniversary of the Wright Brothers’ first flight at Kill Devil Hills, I stood as close to that storied track of sand as I could.
Actually, I stood ankle deep in water, soaked to my socks, even though I’d sought refuge in a giant tent with a few hundred other hardy souls. Winter in North Carolina came early—bringing a deluge of rain that threatened the celebration of the Centennial of Flight on December 17, 2003.
