Once upon a time I went to Disney World … well, sort of. A man I knew owned a Piper Cherokee and wanted to fly to Pensacola, Florida, to see the Naval Air Museum. He asked me to go because he didn’t have an instrument rating and I guess he was a little sweet on me. I was otherwise romantically “embroiled,” but I had no plans over that Thanksgiving holiday and said OK if he was cool with a separate-rooms/just-friends relationship.
Unusual Attitudes: My AirVenture Adventure
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