Jeremy and I were taking a walk in a local park last week. While discussing some philosophical topic or another, the sound of propellers fell on our ears and we looked up to see a yellow biplane making it’s way over Duluth.
Jeremy’s got a thing for old stuff. He dreams of one day renting a hangar, building a biplane and flying it places. I blame Secondhand Lions for some of the inspiration but it’s a lovely dream nonetheless.
That’ll be us one day, if we play our cards right.