Vapor Trails: The Story of Hummingbird

As I sit here, waiting in an airport concourse, I feel compelled to write about the one piece that is all about my lifelong fascination with airplanes. I first must apologize as many of these marvels are departing and arriving on the tarmac, and I find myself staring at them through the huge observation windows. They will always be successful in capturing my attention.

As long as I can remember, I have loved airplanes and the concept of flight. I remember as a kid playing basketball in my yard on our old bent rez rim and stopping and watching whenever a jet would pass 30,000 feet overhead. I always wondered what it would be like to be in one of those things, and my dreams would fill in the blanks for me. I remember my dad taking me on a couple of flights with him when I was small. The first time was in a small Cessna that took off from the airport in northeast Albuquerque (once upon a time, there was a single runway there).

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