A lone man is seen walking up a remote country lane one afternoon, apparently alone deep in thought. Off to the side, sitting in a pasture, is a warhorse from years past – a Thud.
Did the man fly the Thud at one time or another? Did he work on it? Or was the Thud a jet he once wanted to fly? I don’t know; I didn’t want to disturb the moment by asking. There was just something ‘reverent’ about the scene as he walked up that lane, alone in thought…
So I continued to watch him that afternoon, wondering to myself: what was it like, to ‘tap’ the burner for takeoff on an early-morning “go?”…