I am prone to write here, possibly to a fault, about how I have wanted to fly as long as I can recall–I spent large amounts of my childhood jumping off of things to get a tiny little bit of the thrill of flying, yada yada yada. I’ve posted about ‘milestones’ here–my first flight lesson, my first rotary wing lesson, my first solo. In this mortal coil the happy milestones we pass sometimes terminate at a crossroads, one of those beautiful places in life with big surreal views of life and all it is. In those places, we chose where we will go next. I came to a crossroads yesterday.

I’M A PILOT! HAH HAAAA! WHOOOHOOOOO!