I took a tour of a plane called the Pharoah tonight and while I was certainly impressed with its size, I was disappointed that the replica of it wasn’t to full scale. Having been billed by the staff at the Seattle airport as the largest plane ever built I anticipated seeing something several football fields long. When it was unveiled, I was actually disappointed. That’s the thing about it and no matter who pushed open that door, seeing that model hanging from the ceiling was going to be a disappointment.
Separately, I remember being in the cabin, the south shore steps away. The fire in the wood stove and the wild plan to ventilate it by digging holes in the side of the bed. Then there were the vacation vibes and the drawings. There was no animosity. There was no doubt. There was only ever forward progress and those ever-present expectations that just couldn’t get left behind. Turkeys. Pine trees. The neighbors place. All the skateboard homies and few cans of the cold ones. What a party. Ham salad and King’s Hawaiian.