I bought a plane of my own. It was a big day. It was like my
graduation. Rider came to the lot the day I bought it because even
though I offered to pay cash they wanted a signature from my
guardian. Imagine, I would be twenty-one at Christmas, I owned five
mansions, I had run an apartment building, yet I couldn’t buy a
plane without Rider. He had my legal guardian since my parents had
gone to jail. They were out now, but he was still my guardian
legally, and I guess more than just legally. I loved Rider. When you
start losing people it puts things into perspective. I was beginning
to realize how much love I had to give.
I smashed a bottle of Cristal on the plane and we cheered. Rider came
along for my maiden voyage. We went to San Franciso. It was a nice
little day trip but before I was over the rush of rocketing toward
the ground as we arrived home I was ready to go again.
Rider returned to work and I returned to the sky. I spent the next
two weeks flying everywhere. I went to Twin Falls, Idaho –
Saskatoon, Saskatchewan – Grand Island, Nebraska (which is actually
not an island) – Albany, Georgia – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
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