Flying Lessons
I’m not keen on flying. Aerodynamics is not one of those sciences that’s very logical to me. When I got off the plane in Virginia and called my boyfriend, he asked, “Did you have a good flight?” “Yep!” I chirped, “I kissed the ground as soon as I got here.” He invoked concern. “Bad flight? Turbulence?” “Not really. Just not a fan of hovering a few miles up in the air for long distances. Makes me nervous.”
Admittedly everything makes me nervous.
“Ah,” he said, “I can understand that. I don’t like it either….” And here is where he went into some logical, scientific, engineer speak about how the plane was held up off the ground. I believe he might have said something about the air above the wing is actually what gives it the lift and keeps the airplane supported, and I remember thinking, that is the craziest thing I have ever heard.
I cut him off after about thirty seconds. “Sweetie, I have no idea what you just said. I’m not doubting you’re correct, but unless we’re together in a room and you can draw me simple pictures, this is only going to be a lesson in frustration for you.” And being he’s had to draw me simple diagrams about how other scientific things work, he knows I’m not kidding. “Got it,” he said, “have fun and call me later.” Thus ended my brief lesson about flying.
Thursday—our first full day at the Outer Banks—we went to Kitty Hawk and toured the Wright Brothers’ museum and site of the first flight. I even marched to the top of the hill (felt more like a small mountain) where the monument was and read the words: Conceived in Genius, Accomplished by Dauntless Resolution and Unconquerable Faith.
Good quote.
So here’s the tale of how the first flight happened (and my apologies to the tour guide if I bollocks up any of the details.) When the boys were young, their father brought them back a toy, which was a lot like a helicopter, long before helicopters would ever be invented. They played with it until it broke, then recreated it and figured out how it was made. (Though they never really figured out how it worked.) This was pretty much the determining incident of their curiosity for flying objects. They weren’t the only people during that period who was curious about learning to fly. In fact, they followed a particular inventor who was written about quite a bit for his experiments. Unfortunately this fellow died during ones of his tests.
This incident was the other determining factor for the brothers. Surely there was a way to make it safer. They were going to figure out a way to fly—and make it safe to do.
In order to do experiments, they had to have money. So the fellas decide to open a bicycle shop because bicycles are getting popular, and the parts on them are going to break and people are going to need skilled mechanics to fix them. Voila, they have some money to practice their experiments. In their spare time, they work on their airplane experiment. However, Ohio is not exactly ideal weather conditions to fly anything. They need a windy place. A soft place. A cheap place.
They wrote the Weather Bureau to find out the locations for specific conditions like: high wind, sand, fair weather, et al. And the Weather Bureau gives them a list of the places that meet those conditions. They write several of the towns, and the first one to write them back was Kitty Hawk, NC. The postmaster paints a rather ideal setting for their experiments—and also offers them free lodging and help with their projects if they need it. They decide to come down.
The first year, 1900, they do the experiment it goes wrong. Way wrong. After about 6 weeks and nearly killing themselves in the process, they get back on the train and say, “This was completely mental. We are not doing this again. Man will never, ever fly. It’s not possible.” Then by the end of the train trip home they decide, “Well, geez, if we give up now, that’ll be total crap. What would anyone accomplish if they gave up after the first failure?”
So they go back to Kitty Hawk in 1901 and the same exact thing happens: they nearly kill themselves. After about 6 weeks, they pack it in and head home, muttering they are never doing this again. Insanity! And by the end of the train trip, they decide, “We can’t give up now. It’s too soon.” Also, they make a marked change. I think it was this year that Orville points out, “You know, the problem is we keep trying techniques everyone else is doing and thinking somehow we’ll succeed.”
And what’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. The boys decide to create something different.
So in 1902, they have a really, really great glider. They take it down to Kitty Hawk, get it all together, and take it out for a run. It works great. And then I’m pretty sure they crashed the hell out of it while trying to make it turn. They had yet to figure out how to make that work. They’d worked out a system to make it go up and down, but now they had to figure out how to make it go left or right. They plan to figure out that little quirk for next year’s run; however, Wilbur wakes up and finds Orville has sat up all night, drinking coffee, and saying, “I’ve got it.” The up-and-down system came from putting a horizontal rudder-like thing in the front of the glider. Depending how you shifted the rudder, it would raise or lower. Orville decided a vertical version of this is what they needed in the back of the plane to make it go left or right.
So they did. And it worked. Their glider really worked.
Now they were pysched. However, making a really great glider is not the same as a plane. In order to do something truly revolutionary, they’d have to take off from flat ground and then land on flat ground, some distance away. So they put a motor on their glider. It’s really quite comical to look at it. The gas tank looks like a narrow little funnel; and the cooling system is a little rectangular part tied to one of the wood pieces. There are a couple motorcycle chains and one little gear shift for your left hand to use for the up-and-down rudder. To make the plan go left or right, you have to use the hip cradle. Your right hand is needed for hanging onto the airplane.
They return in 1903 with their plane. It’s late in the year. They’d meant to be home by Thankgiving, but here it was December 14th, and they were way behind. They are finally ready to test their airplane. Wilbur wins the coin-toss and gets to go first. The plane takes off—so to speak—but Wilbur is so excited by the liftoff, he accidentally crashes it within three seconds. One of those, “Holy crap, I can’t believe you walked away from that” things.
They spend the next three days putting the plane back together before they’re able to give it a second run. Then on December 17, 1903, Orville flies the first airplane successfully for 12 seconds and lands it. Distance: 120 feet. Everyone is so excited that the guy who is supposed to be snapping the photo to document all this is jumping up and down. They don’t know until some days later that the picture was even taken.
They fly three more times that day, and the final flight is for 852 feet. Success.
So there you go, the Wright Brothers Method of Success in a nutshell: Never give up and Stop doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results—if something isn’t working, do something new.
Have you ever been to the Wright Brothers’ museum? How do you feel about flying? Do you like to visit historical places when you vacation? And do you pick up writing advice from the weirdest places, too?
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Never been east of the Mississippi except for a breath jaunt over the river into Memphis and back again. I was 14, don't remember much.
My father had been a pilot my entire life. The man, bless him dearly, would feed me toast and orange juice then take me up in the air several thousand feet and then let the plane stall. I guess it was some psychological thing, after enough times throwing up I'd eventually find my wings (kind of like my sea legs, I guess). I was three, maybe five, but eventually I no longer threw up. I loved to fly, weird though, I'm terrified of big commercial airliners.
Historical places are the bomb. You find the neatest information, little tidbits that you can use in your writing. But hey, I write historicals.
Wonderful blog.
Renee
And can you tell I'm posting late at night? That was supposed to be brief, not breath. *rolls eyes*
When I was younger, I loved to fly. The smaller the better. Now? I find myself thinking about all those stupid air emergency specials I watch, thinking they won't bother me! Uh huh.
I don't mind the flying. It's the landing and taking off that make my pulse jump. Funny thing 'bout gettin' older. Ya really starts ta think about why this works and is it really, really safe...?
But great advice and great blog! If it isn't workin', do somethin' different. Course, they nearly died makin' sure it really didn't work. Do ya need that level a' committment afore ya bail on what yer doin'?
Achieving the 'miracle' of powered flight must have been a stunning experience for the Wright brothers. Were those early biplanes on view at the museum? I'm quite envious!
The early aviators must have had tremendous courage. Thinking of Blerot crossing the English channel and dear old Amelia Earhart flying across the Atlantic single handed.
What a woman! What a feat!
I still tend to think of women as frail creatures, who need men to open doors, assist with luggage and generally care for them. I will still offer my seat to a lady on crowded public transport. Must have been instilled in me at school. *grin*
But nowadays, with women rivalling men as astronauts, Olympic athletes, company CEO's and of course serious authors, I think perhaps I could use a refresher course.
Tell me Helli, are there new boundaries that women are about to burst through, going where no wowan has been before? I had thought that US president was on the cards.
In science there is a lot of interest in space experiments eg growing crystals in zero gravity. Perhaps women could set up clinics in space for zero g babies. Now there's a thought! 8)
Hellion, this was one of your best posts ever. Thank you for that. I usually think of Grandma Moses, who painted 25 paintings the year she died (she was 101). It's so important to keep trying, keep going, keep thinking positively. It's not in my nature, but I force myself anyhow.
I've driven by Kitty hawk. :) The Outer Banks are beautiful despite the congestion in some places. I think I've stayed there 2 or 3 times.
Flying doesn't bother me. It's walking the miles and miles in the terminals. I'm almost at the point where I'm going to ask for one of those beeping carts or a wheel chair. :(
I actually don't love flying. Something about being out of control.... Not a fan. I do it, mostly because my family lives a handful of states away, but I don't love it.
However, I am a big fan of the Wright method of flying. I totally buy the whole keep going and trying new things until you achieve success. :)
I love the Outer Banks as well. Very very beautiful.
This is a great post for writers! Really amazing way to compare the perseverance in someone who believes in their work, no matter what field they choose.
I don't mind flying. Wouldn't want to do it every day. But I don't mind it. I've never sat through turbulence either. So maybe that's part of my like.
I love historical places. LOVE THEM. Williamsburg was the bomb!
I love to fly and to travel - and the historic places are the main things on our lists to see. I was hugely inspired in London even though I don't write historicals. There was just something about the history of it all that makes me want to tell a story. Stonehenge and its history were fantastic and if that doesn't give you some inspiration nothing will!
You people only visit me for my historical places. :)
You really were paying attention. Wow. This is spot on. I've been to the Wright Brothers' site three times now and it never gets old. I just hate that we forgot to take the camera that first day.
I think the beginning of the 20th century would have been an awesome time to be alive. So many incredible firsts. Today we think everything has been done, and still there are new discoveries. Same goes for writing. You may think every story has been written, but then you discover your story.
Fantabulous post today Hellie! I sure hope the vacation did you good.
Everyone knows I'm not a fan of flying. In fact, I hate it. I chalk it up to something that has to be done and I grit my teeth and bear it. But like Marn, I liken flying to being out of control, and I must have control.
I love historical places. I can't say that I bank on going to any of them while on vacation, but someday I want to travel and see everything and experience everything. So maybe then I'll see more of the historical sites.
I'm with Chance (don't like take off and landing) and the women who feel flying is a control thing--I'm the eldest kid--maybe that's why I like control. All I can think of is Rain Man where Dustin Hoffman's character wants to fly Qantas because they have the fewest accidents. When I fly I hope I have a pilot like that guy Chesley Sullenberger (? last name correct) who recently landed in the Hudson when he ran into trouble. I know the accidents are few on commercial flights, but when they happen---ugh...
Great blog, Hellion. BTW, I have finally read 2/3 of Leslie Langtry's book and have been snorting out loud as I read them in public--embarrassing for me but you cannot beat the enjoyment. *g
Great story Hellie! I'd forgotten how many times they failed before they got it right. Excellent lesson in perseverance and trying new things.
I hate flying. There's something about the landing that screws with my head. If it's just one flight, I'm good. If I have three, or god forbid, four flights in a row, I'm so sick by the last one I can't walk in a straight line. I can't see straight, walk straight, I throw up, I get confused....very bizarre.
But I'm determined to take flying lessons. I got a little flight simulator game, so I had to learn all this stuff about how planes take off and stay up there, etc. (your boyfriend is right, it's all about the wind over the wings....lol!) Fascinating stuff.
Renee: *LOL* That's so horrible! (And here I am laughing!) And the little planes make me even more nervous than the commercial ones. It's like the difference between trying to ride around in a canoe in the ocean or ride on a Carnival cruise ship. You can barely feel the waves on the cruise ship, but in the canoe, you'd feel every single thing! *LOL*
I love historical places. If I could travel and just tour historical places, I'd do it. And I don't even write historicals. *LOL* But I always wonder what it was really like for people living in those eras, knowing they are making new and great discoveries. I mean, technically everyone has always been living in the "greatest age" (okay, except maybe during the Black Plague era) because there was always something brilliant discovered or done that wasn't done before. When Gallileo discovered the sun as the center of the universe thing, THAT was a brilliant discovery. (Okay, I think he might have been poisoned or imprisoned or something, but you can't deny, that was a brilliant revolutionary discovery.)
Or when Fulton made the steam boat--what a huge deal that was!
There is definitely something revolutionary to discover in every time.
Okay, I might have to correct my Galileo thing. He went around supporting the theory of "sun is the center of the universe"--I'm not sure he was the one who necessarily figured it out.
He made great telescopes though--and that was a big deal and helped society and science in many ways.
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I also heard that Galileo lost his sight from staring at the sun too much. Lesson learned right there.
Flying doesn't bother me. No idea why as Hellie will tell you I too am a major control freak. But some things I can let go and that's one of them. If you look at the odds, I'm much more likely to be killed in a car crash. I go with the idea they know what they're doing and relax with my book and iPod. *shrugs*
2nd: When the speaker said they decided against making a second hand grip to use for the left/right rudder BECAUSE they needed that hand to hold onto the airplane, I thought: These guys are the Extreme Sportsmen of their Day. *LOL*
Strangely, I find the takeoff the most fun of the plane trip. It's like doing a Disney ride--and I get a little thrill out of it. It's the fact I'm now hovering several miles in the air that bothers me more. *LOL* Landings are more worrisome to me. Though any landing I can walk away from is a GREAT landing, in my book.
I thought the looking at the sun crap was something that mother's just make up when you're really little.
Q--yes, they had copies of the plane in the museum (to scale) so we could check out what they were flying with. Basically a big kite with wheels and a handgrip. It was humorous to see the bicycle chains as part of their engine. These guys were very ingenious.
The ORIGINAL plane, I believe, is in the Smithsonian, and I got to see it back in 1992 when I went to Washington DC.
Their mother got most of the credit for them being so good at the science and math--and creativity! Our tour guide really talked that woman up. :) (Apparently the father wasn't very good with his hands...but the mother was. *LOL*)
Speaking of women as frail delicate creatures (which by the way since we give birth and all, I don't think that makes us overly frail *LOL*), you should check out this girl: http://www.earlyaviators.com/ebroadwi.htm. The first woman parachuter. They had a painting and plaque about her at the museum that was interesting.
What do I think women will do next? I don't know. I think a lot more discoveries are going to be made in the "curing disease" sort of science field more than anything else. Right now I think that's our big "unknown territory"--and I think it would be really cool if a woman cured cancer or diabetes or something. (I realize that's not as "cool" as your zero babies on the moon. *LOL*)
Maggs: Thinking positively is definitely not one of my gifts. In fact, if you ever hear me spouting, "It's going to be okay" or other positive nonsense, rest assured I don't really believe it, I just keep saying it in the event it might come true. Which is really what I think the positive people are doing anyway.
*LOL* The walking for miles in the terminals can get annoying. I had a layover--and a 15 minute to do it in--and the plane let us out gate A1--and my next gate was B14. I guess I should have been happy that it wasn't E14. I would still be walking in that terminal.
Marn: Fellow control freak here...not that I think I could control the plane any better. At all. Ever. It's more a heights thing. Though I do like looking out the window at the scenery...so I guess heights doesn't freak me out *too* much. *LOL*
The Wright Brother theory is a lot like Nemo: just keep swimming.
Tiffany: Williamsburg WAS the bomb. I think you would have enjoyed Roanoake Island as well, with the whole Lost Colony myth. You'd have some fun writing stories out of that, I know!
I enjoy trying to take writing lessons out of non-writing life stories. (I think it's the English major in me, doing analytical comparative.)
Sabrina: *LOL* I don't write historicals either, but I always feel inspired after visiting a historical place to write one. London is definitely on my dream list to visit! I so want to visit the Tower of London and the like. The history there is almost unimaginable to me!
Terri: You found me out! I'm only visiting you so I can hit up all the historical sites!
I love that last line. That's so true. Sometimes you just read your story and groan, going, "How many times can you tell a reunion story already?"--but really, you do bring something unique to the method.
Sin: I'm almost regretting my vacation. The phone has been ringing off the hook. "Hi, I've been out of the office a week so I can't tell you if this came in yet because I haven't got to open my mail yet..." Geez.
However, I had a great time and loved it all. Want to go back again and explore more of the historical aspects. I admit some of the historical places I visit are more interesting than others. This was one of the best ones I visited because the tour guide was so good at telling their story in such an engaging way.
Roanoke Island was the best if you like historical stuff that you can actually touch and play with. EVERYTHING was interactive. Hellie got to use real tools and even hold a real Irish Mercenary's sword. And I don't mean that in the gutter way y'all are thinking...though I don't think he would have minded that either. LOL! It was so cool!
My eldest sis travels a great deal, and is really one of those who just absorbs the art and culture around her. I go for the scenic grandeur... Second Sis? I'm not altogether sure.
Though Second Sis was in Colonial Williamsburg the first week of December. A company thing. And said it was wonderful. I keep telling Lady Jane she should check it out since she is a historical writer...
Sometimes I be too sensitive fer the gut wrenching historical stuff. We was in Boston a decade or so ago and the DH wanted to find the statue that commemorates the black company of soldiers in the Civil War? We'd both seen "Glory" and been overwhelmed by the story. I couldn't look at...just made me want to cry.
Amanda: Oh, I'm much worse when I read a Leslie Langtry book. I cackle so loudly you can hear me across buildings, and if you have the misfortune of sitting near me as I'm reading, I will interrupt whatever you're doing and say, "Listen to this" and start reading the funny part out of context, forcing the victim to laugh along with me though they have no idea what's so damned funny about a person dancing like a heron with rickets.
And I totally am with you: when I fly, I'm always hoping my pilot is like Sully. *LOL*
Hal: you know, I never really thought about how many times BEFORE they did it before they succeeded. For some reason, I just thought they succeeded with their first version. So it was very humorous to hear about the first versions.
I mean, it totally puts my shitty first drafts into perspective. My first drafts might be complete shit, but at no point am I going to fall out of the sky and possibly die from the trying. That should totally put everyone who writes into perspective. "Really, guys, it's not the end of the world if your first draft sucks. At least you didn't die!"
LOL! And everyone's first draft sucked. And none of us died. Excellent odds!
There's a Gandhi quote I love: Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly at the beginning.
And of course, my un-Gandhi version: If you it shitty long enough, you'll eventually get better.
That's an awesome Ghandi quote! *LOL* So Yoda. *LOL*
That museum was the best because you got to touch EVERYTHING. The historical interpreters were a riot.
When I was telling Terri and Isabelle what the workbench was used for--and explained that there was a knife used as well, the historical interpreters were somewhat impressed with me. (See, and who though my Amishness wouldn't be useful?)
I did like Liam's sword an awful lot. *LOL* It was quite large. I thought it was awful brave of him to hand it over and let me twirl it in my hands a few times. It was a show sword though (like my claymore at home)--so in actuality, the knife to shave the wood at the workbench was a lot sharper.
Ghandi would be so proud of me. I do pretty much everything poorly at first. And even well into the process. LOL!
Does anyone get it right from the very start? We all stumbled about learnin' ta walk, right?
Heard from Last Chance...said she travels for a mix a' what First Sis and I go for.
I realize I like the history, but I like ta 'magine it, not look at it??? Do that make sense? Like crawlin' 'round the Balcutha, mored at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco... I don't want ta look at the reproduced cabins, talk about what they hauled... I wants look up inta the riggin' and 'magine her sailing inta the bay when the bridges weren't there...
Don't burden me wit' the facts! I wants ta play!
Not me. *LOL* I like the facts. Then I can mess the facts up with my imagination. *LOL* I like the idea of "PLAUSIBILITY"--so my favorite part of the history lessons is learning about the people and what they did.
Then I can fill in the "why they did it" stuff myself. Though the tour guide was great about giving us good leads on why the Wright Brothers wanted to fly or learn to fly.
I like learning about the people of history--that's the most interesting to me--and determining that they don't really change. *LOL*
Mayhaps I'm just more a 'flavor' sort of traveler. I want the 'flavor' of the experience. It's ain't that the rest isn't important, or even interesting. But since I'm writing...well...whatever it is I write...I reinvent from the flavor.
But kudos to those who can keep all the facts in mind when they write.
"Plasibility"? I have to write so that me story is plausible? Uh oh.
Chance - the fun thing was when we learned the *facts* they turned out to be so much more interesting than the assumed history that everyone thinks they know. I spent a lot of time this weekend saying, "I didn't know that!"
I spend a lot of time, everyday, saying, "I didn't know that!"
Or, "I used to know that...! I think..."
You gots ta wonder...how nuts the rest of the world must a' thought them. "Those Wright Brothers? Totally bonkers, you know... Going to kill themselves one of these days."
2nd: don't worry. From what I understand, the guy who wrote the play for The Lost Colony didn't care a whole lot about "plausibility" and frankly, that play is more famous than what actually happened. I assure you most writers don't let a little thing like "facts" or "plausibility" get in the way of their writing, which really is for the best. I'd wager about 99% of the people aren't going to know if the historical detail in your book is real or not. So long as your pirates aren't listening to iPods and text-messaging the local Papa John's for a pizza delivery via hoovercraft, I think you'll be okay.
One of the things in the museum was the wheel on the ship--steering wheel--and I can't think of the real word because it's been a long day and I'm retarded; and anyway, there's a plaque by it, explaining the steering wheel, that it was used on ships, etc, etc. Except that sort of wheel wasn't used to steer ships until about the mid-1700s, early 1800s. The sailors in 1584 and 1587 would have had a completely different "steering" device. It vaguely explained that on the plaque--and all I could think was, "Wow, a bunch of kids are going to think those Englishmen had a Pirates of the Caribbean type of ship..."
Braveheart the movie is about as historically accurate as...well...the Fast and the Furious.
I mean, you can pluck any "historical" movie off the shelf and find about 50 things that have either been changed or glossed over for sake of watchability.
*LOL* I'm sure everyone around there was like, "Those boys are going to die!"--I love that it's Kitty Hawk where it happened (or documented) but the area around where the flight took place was Kill Devil Hills. I told my Dad that and he asked, "Did they name it that after those guys started trying to fly that plane?"
None of those guys' contraptions (which was essentially a big kite with a motor on it and some wheels) was as goofy looking as the OTHER versions people were coming up with. Their favorite guy who died in a crash--he strapped wings to his arms like a bird. It was the nuttiest thing I'd ever seen.
Strapping wings to his arms... Well, it wouldn't have been nutty if'n it had worked!
Whipstaff. Yer thinkin' of a whipstaff. Sort of a huge 'stick' connected to the rudder. Nope, no ship wheels for most pirates! But who cares!
Hovercrafts deliverin' pizzas...hmmmmmmm!
See! I know one historically accurate bit of pirate lore! The whipstaff. I even have Miranda mention ta her timetravel teacher that Jack's world must be different than hers...they have ship wheels, and pocket watches...
No i-pods though. Boggles the mind... What would they be listenin' to?
Always bought inta the rational used when I was in the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronisms)... If they had it they would have used it. Specifically having to do with the liberal use of duct tape...
Unfortunately I'd care...IF I knew the historical detail. BUT it would depend on how it was used, I guess. However, considering how bent I was at the author who introduced chocolate bars to bastard children in 1305 England, I'd probably not let it go. And if there were enough historical inaccuracies, I probably wouldn't read the author anymore. Esp if it was straight historical because I'd expect more accuracy.
However, we've all had this discussion before and *I'm* clearly in the minority about it. Most readers don't give a flip, so long as you have them engaged in the story.
Copernicus, if I remember correctly was the one who stated that Earth was no longer the center of the universe and that the sun was. Gosh, it's been so long.
See, I bet you if I wrote a historical novel and had it that Galileo was the guy who first started the whole theory of "sun is in the center of the universe", then I'd have a whole bunch of letters from people, pointing out how wrong I was and how I should check my facts. *LOL*
Checking your historical facts is important.
Cap'n, it's OK that yer fact bound. We all have things we get pissed at seein' mucked about wit'! Ya get irrate 'bout chocolate bars... Nothin' wrong wit' that!
I get miffed when book covers featurin' dogs aren't the same dog mentioned in the book. That matters ta me.
If I were writin' historicals, I'd pay attention ta facts, I promise.
Tho, I will admit. I know the dog breed mix up ain't the writer's fault...
Ahhhh the history is as all things. Open to interpretation.If you want to know the history ask one who tells it for a living.I had the pleasure of talking to you about the history of Roanoke Island and the voyages there. Yes ladies it is I the Sergeant.lol.Just wanted to say hello and a great site you have. I love the writings.
Cap'n...? (this ought to be interesting...) Ya played wit' his great sword?
LOL!!!!!
2nd: Well, yeah--he handed it to me to play with. What else was I supposed to do? I like swords.
Bob-Liam! You found us! Huzzah!
No joke about history being open to interpretation. History is written by the winners. PR spin at its best. (Or worst, depending.)
And she handled the sword well too!!! I was greatly impressed(speaking in Elizabethian english) Yes I did find you, I can find anyone. Great site you have tho. Really nice writings.
*blushing* It's all those years of watching the Highlander series. *LOL* That and the claymore I carry in the car.
Thank you. I'm glad you like them. My crew is a great bunch of writers. It's fun to sail with them.
Hey there! It's our new Buddy as my Kiddo calls 'im. LOL!
I didn't figure you'd have much trouble finding us once Captain gave you the coordinates. You know, ladies, the Sergeant here gave me my first experience of being woken up by an Irish brogue in me ear. (It's much more innocent than it sounds, trust me.)
Yeah, well, you know me and giving directions... "To the left. The other left. What do you mean there's only one left?" Besides I wasn't sure if he wasn't actually glad to be rid of us. I know we're more entertaining than packs of 8th graders, but honestly, what kind of recommendation is that?
*grins* Sure, you tell them that, Terri. They'll believe you. *LOL*
I have my child as a witness. *sticks out tongue at Captain* LOL! Wait, that might not sound much better, huh?
Admittedly, we didn't have high standards to beat in the entertainment department. Between bored middle schoolers and drunk brawlers, we must have seemed like a pretty good Vegas act.
You have no witness. Your child was getting her ass kicked at checkers.
I've always wanted to have my own Vegas act. Huzzah, another dream fulfilled!
Now Now. Ladies no fighting. Yes entertaining you were.But all in a good way.Hopefully you will come see me again and we can go to the fav place of Blackbeard for a spot of rum and some pillaging. I know my spelling sucks..LOL what do you expect im Irish.
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