seconds, then it would come crashing back down to earth. I tried this a few more times with no success.
All the while, my wife Marilyn is watching from the kitchen window, muttering to herself how men need to be told how to do everything. She opened the window and yelled to me,
'You need more tail.'
I turned with a confused look on my face and said, 'Make up your mind. Last night, you told me to go fly a kite.'
