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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I love it when Lisa and I take our show out and, on the road, like this twilight helicopter flight, from New Haven to LaGuardia. I’m so excited about tonight, it’s possible that I might implode. The rotor blades started twirling, our luggage had been stowed, the pilot asked Lisa. “Ready for takeoff?” Lisa grinned and said, “Go!” He gave her a quick and crisp salute and the engine noise started to grow. As we went wheels-up, the whirly-birds warning lights began to strobe. Yep, It’s the start of November recess and we’re changing our zip code. We rise like a balloon, at first, until the harbor comes into view. The engines were screaming like jets, when the whole world turned askew, I’ve done numerous take-offs like this, but it still feels like I might spew. Above the rear cockpit window, there’s an air-speed indicator that looks like a clock. With a quick turn over Yale’s campus, we’re going 90 as we steak over the docks. As we ascend into the night, the twinkling lights of New Haven seem to shrink. We’re swiftly gaining altitude, this quivering contraption, moves faster than you’d think. As the red numbers settle at 260, the vibrations have all but ceased, The engine noise is gone as well, as we race up, in the darkness and out over the sea. I try not to think of the inky black water, how far we would fall and how quickly we’d sink. Long Island Sound glittered, like fractured glass, under the waxing crescent moon. The forever-blue sky was hosting a large, fake-star, because Venus was glowing there too. That dark almost-orbit was prettier than the infinity-of-lights we’ll see on Park Avenue. We’ll be meeting Peter’s flight from Geneva - a surprise - he doesn’t have a clue. As the lights of New York become pronounced, so does my excitement that he’ll be around. I’m sure we’ll get a moment of quiet intimacy at the LaGuardia international arrivals lounge.
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