Chapter 39: But You Already Know That
August 22 , 2014
The Slinky Martini: 6 Parts Berry Vodka, 1 Part Dry Vermouth, 1 Dash Sweet Vermouth, 1 Dash Cointreau.
I drove to Prescott Airport, a small airfield next to Lake Erie for privately owned Cessnas, Pipers, and Beechcrafts. On the drive to the airport, Tuck told me that he didn’t have a fear of flying. Rather, he said, “I love to be in the clouds, up in the blue. It brings out the man in me.”
I told him, “Trust me I can bring out the man in you. You just have to give me forty-five minutes to show you.”
He lightly and playfully punched me in a shoulder. “I’m going to miss you, guy.”
“You won’t. You’ll be with your family having loads of fun.”
“I doubt that. I think I’d have more fun staying here with you.”
Maybe he was right. I was
