Passport Journal: To the Skies

 There's a little airport by the office where I work and I drive by it everyday at lunch on the way to a bird sanctuary where I eat my lunch.  I find it difficult to stay inside all day and my mean way of protest involves a  hurried lunch, a race to the park, a brisk walk up the path, a few minutes gazing at the river and a scavenger hunt to find a parking spot when I return to the office.  This airport intrigues me but I've never had the chance to stop.  Its very difficult to pass it and not imagine flying in one of the little prop planes - soaring over the whole of Africa and mapping out some grand adventure to a lost city.  This is the imagination of a secretary.


 I wonder how one becomes a pilot...