Flight Log July 19, 2010
Today there were not flights. Not a single one. It is possible Madge and I will find time later to take out Ishmael, my personal favorite airship for trips throughout the Caledon continent. It is lightweight and maneuvers well. Or we could take a another horse ride. I still looking for the train station and the trains that circle the area.
There is also news. This news is part of the reason I was not able to file flight plans. I am concerned I am being watched. The reason? A Mr. Matt Dutton sent me a letter. I've not heard from this fellow in months. The last I knew he was working for a Mrs. McSandland in a completely other hemiverse. She wrote once that he tried to reach me. I never wrote back to her.
Mr. Dutton says I owe his company money. Something about a trip I took that resulted in service charges above and beyond the ticket price. The only trip I remember taking was a trip out of the cavern to visit a tea company in New Mexico. I know that it sounds odd. A tea company in New Mexico?
It was odd, and I only decided to book the ridiculous venture at the suggestion of Mrs. Harold Diego. For those you suffer from forgetting or never knowing, Mrs. Diego is the woman, who married an old colleague of mine, now deceased. One day while digging a hole to look for the Teledahn shaft two cowboys arrived to tell me she was living next door to the excavation. I remain surprised by that, because I was never sure what one matter had to do with the other, but it always does. Doesn't it?
I can see now that I need to add a backstory page. For my readers I can guarantee some continuity and a beginning, middle and end sequence that is so important to school teachers everywhere. Without such a sequence how could third grader stories ever be graded with a rubric. There is enough invented spelling to decode. Asking someone to unravel a lateral story like mine is asking too much!