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About Me
A first journey through the clouds, a formative memory One of my earliest memories is that of my very first trip in an aircraft. I was about 5 years of age or so, and the scene from the planes window is a vivid one. The plane took off from my home town of San Diego and the plane must have taken off to the west into the wind because I remember seeing to the north the homes and the shoreline of the Ocean and Pacific beach communities, and just a bit north of that, my home in La Jolla. Below and to the north, surf and breakers did there battle of the ages with the shoreline. Out in front was the vast blue of the pacific and just then the plane...