"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
12.26.2006
Where in the World?
That's sport and me up in a balloon over the Mesilla Valley. Oh yeah...that's my mom.
It was her idea.
We got to 10,000 feet and I didn't scream... much
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I would be so freaking out! I can't even enjoy a balcony more than a few floors up.
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I would be so freaking out! I can't even enjoy a balcony more than a few floors up.
You loved it, and so did I! Thanks to Doc's Mom.
I was a little nervous until we started going up. Mostly I was just cold.
My mom showed no fear. Sport showed no fear. I smelled of fear, but the gondola is well ventilated.
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