Another unpublished blog entry from 2013…
In 1989, I wrote a song for my Mary Lincoln musical for a young Abraham Lincoln to sing as a proposal of marriage. I went with nature, and based it on the John Brainard poem, “I Saw Two Clouds At Morning.”
Since writing that song, I’ve become a little more interested in clouds. As a young boy of 4, my great-grandmother died. I assumed that heaven was the clouds, and for many years following her death, I would select the largest, most beautiful cloud and think, “That must be Grandma Belle’s heaven-cloud.” Nearly 45 years later, I still look for Grandma Belle’s heaven-cloud.
I’ve flown commercially countless times since 1984. A majority of my trips were to New York City. However, today, riding in a 4-seater, I felt as though I finally saw clouds – both sides, now.
I loved the mountains of clouds.
I loved the canyons of clouds.
I loved surfing the clouds.
I loved soaring beneath the clouds and through the clouds.
Today, a student’s family flew me to see Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater, an architectural wonder.
Kevin Houseman, my pilot, was remarkable in explaining so many things about the controls, and flying. My knowledge about flight ends in 1915 when Orville Wright sold The Wright Company.
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