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Flying Chairs and Airhead Pilots A thin line separates genius from the lunatic like hordes. Some guys swear by Chevrolets, some fellows just drive Fords. Now, you take your Californians; please don't let them move out here, because they're liable to drive anything, on any given year. Maybe you have heard of Larry Waters and maybe you have not. In common sense he's lacking, in courage he is not. He bought himself some weather balloons they numbered forty-five. No one I know could ever guess what Larry would contrive. He strapped the balloons to a chaise- lounge chair, the heavy-duty kind holding a six-pack and pellet gun I think he lost his mind. He thought he'd float up fifty feet and look around the block. Quickly he rose up two miles high, he felt bewilderment and shock. Imagine the pilot's faces as they passed this crazy man. And then radioed the tower "We request a new flight plan." "An armed beer drinker is flying a chair at eleven-thousand feet!" Larry just drank another beer enjoying the view from his lounge chair seat. A helicopter came to investigate as the sun was settling down. The wind blew Larry out to sea where he'd probably never be found. The helicopter crew dropped a tow line dragging Larry back to shore. The police immediately arrested him though they weren't exactly sure what for. Larry said "A man can't sit around all day it gets boring, it gets old, so I thought of a plan that seemed okay I didn't know it would be that cold." "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused I really thought the thing would work, so please don't call me crazy don't say that I'm a jerk." So friends the next time you are all alone, on a Sunday afternoon and you think you have a great idea like flying broomsticks to the moon. Talk it over with a friend before you go and act. He may have an idea of his own and point out some minor fact. |
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