one fine day

The last flight is scheduled. It's a bittersweet moment, for all the memories of toil and struggle, a precious few airtime epiphanies, and then the fellows who went down to be cast out only highten one's awareness of impending failure--for no one's "too good" to be un-selected. For Kermit, the end is in sight; the beginning of a new day of more training. In between, we will be glad to waste some rubber on the road and cruise at the hum-drum speed of 75 to meet Christmas in the southern mountains.