I guess my father has never changes his mind in what he told me eleven years earlier. That was that I would never learn to fly. Could never own an airplane. For sure never do anything with one if I had it.
Dejected, I tell my father that I was going down to the house. NOTHING HAS CHANGED. THIS TOWN IS STILL LIVING IN THE PAST! I would guess the only thing that would make people move out of their present is EXLAX!
If this is my father's attitude in relation to my being here, there is really no need to hurry to the house. My brothers and sisters are in school. My mother, like my father, would have little concern of how I arrived in Ekalaka. Certainly, they would never believe I flew in from California especially in the winter time. So, I can't share my excitement or accomplishments with anyone. Turns out, this feeling would continue to be a lifetime experience.
WHO IS THERE THAT WOULD FOREVER UNDERSTAND AND SHARE IN MY DREAMS?!? SOMEONE WILL!
All of my life would be an experience of being outside looking in and wanting to be accepted. Whether it was with relatives or friends, the experience was the same. Relatives seem to show no love or interest in me, and a friend is a rare person. A friend loves you all the time.
The fourteenth of November, I would find a new acquaintance and fly this land of south east Montana where I grew up. We would first fly west and pick up a few rolling hills, the short grass country, and the famed Powder River which is sometimes described as being about 400 miles long, a mile wide, and an inch deep. Too this to plow, too thick to drink, and it runs up hill from Texas. Powder River Let'er buck was a battle cry of the paratroopers in the second world war.
