10. February 2010 07:21
There was a time when I didn’t live in the snow covered wastelands of Northern Virginia. I lived in the snow covered hills of Central Pennsylvania, specifically in State College, Pennsylvania, home of the Pennsylvania State University. I did however, have a good friend that I’ve known since high school who did live in the snow covered wastelands of Northern Virginia, specifically Manassas, Virginia home of…well, pretty much nothing unless you like Civil War museums.
Now this friend, we shall call him Damian since that’s his name, had gone and gotten his pilot’s license. That alone should have been a bone chilling thought but being a good friend, I was very supportive of any endeavor that provided personal growth, no matter how dangerous that growth might be. One fine spring morning, I get a call from Damian announcing that he now had his pilot’s license and that he was going to buzz up to State College and pick up Ms Cocktail and I and where would we like to go?