It was eight years ago when I graduated from Rutland High School.
It looked like a tiny speck amongst the multitude of green going on down there.
“Yes, this is Breckenridge here. I’m ready to land at the Rutland Southern Vermont Regional Airport.” I chimed in on my radio.
I descended to the green mountain state and I landed safely on the tarmac.
Once I stepped out of the plane, I saw Corinne wearing a green scarf and she held onto a helmet.
“Ready to be the first passenger, Doctor Glaisyer?” I said to her.
“Of course, Captain Breckenridge!” She laughed before putting her helmet on and entering this plane.