One year had gone by and I was finally a junior in high school. Maybe I’d slowly get acclimated and try to do something to deal with all this stuff going on.
It was a fateful day when I went to the Rutland Free Library. One of the few places I went to was this one. It was always quiet and I could let my imagination soar most days. Sure, there were some kids who were crying and laughing way too loudly, but I did my best to ignore them.
I wanted to get some references for some drawings, so I went straight for the non-fiction section. I swore I had to have been the only teenager in that department of the library. There were some interesting books about civilizations and some aeronautical things. One such book caught my eye.
Dirigible Dreams by C. Michael Hiam.
My focus must have gotten the best of me because someone else was reaching for that same book with that giant airship on the cover.