“Are you freaking nuts? You know I can"t ski. And you"re so old you can barely walk!”
“Try me. Com"on, boy, let"s go.”
“No. You know damn well I"m not gonna do that. I don"t know how to ski, and I"m afraid of heights.”
“You are, huh?”
“Yeah, I said it, okay. Are you happy now?”
“Yup. That"s a good start. And I think I know why you hate heights. I remember when you were in that helicopter with Arty when it almost went down over Utah Lake.”
“That"s right. And I have no intention of tempting fate again.”
“Okay, so fair enough that you might have the jitters about heights. But back then, you had no control "cause you were trapped. Today, you will be free, and just like a hawk, you will guide your own flight path.”
“I can"t ski, Spratt. I"ll crash and kill myself!”
“Nah, that ain"t gon
