“If I can walk, I can fly.”
Gordon said this to me when I visited him this past August, as he sat in his easy chair, swollen legs elevated, a warm blanket covering him, still looking like a king, a member of aviation royalty, granting me an audience. Sadly, I could see his flying days were behind him.
When I arrived, I came bearing a lasagne, a fruit crisp, and a kiss on his forehead. “No pie?” he asked.
“No, no pie.”
His mouth displaying a disappointed grin, he raised his eyebrows up quickly then let them drop.
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