I just looked it up in Webster's:
"Someone who is so afraid of flying that he will drive all the way from Connecticut to Georgia just so he doesn't have to get in an airplane."
Next to the definition is a picture of me.
I'm leaving for Georgia (tomorrow morning) is to see my son graduate from basic training at Ft. Benning. The reason he is graduating now, rather than three weeks from now, is because there weren't enough slots available at paratrooper school, which he had wanted to attend.
Coincidentally, I just found out a few weeks ago that when my father had enlisted in the army at age 18 in 1946, he had wanted to be a paratrooper too. But they gave him an IQ test and then sent him to cryptography instead.
You could offer me a million dollars and I still wouldn't jump out of an airplane. Even if I knew it was perfectly safe
I guess certain traits -- like courage -- can skip a generation.
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Based on our weekend's experience I'd say that you are damn brave to drive anywhere within 100 miles of any of the East coast cities.
G
My plan is to wake up early enough tomorrow to avoid the NYC traffic... That's the plan, anyway.
John,
Hope you had a safe drive down, please extend or congratulations to johnny on his achievement and wish him a happy birthday from all of us here on Cheese Spring Rd.
Maddog
Tom --
Thank you very much and I will pass on your regards.
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