For some years, I have been afflicted With the belief that Flight is possible to man. -- Wilbur Wright, Letter, May 13, 1900
For three generations: Rose Fuchs Bergman / Janet Lynn Surrey / Katie Chun Surrey-Bergman
Even a shy American can be happy in Italy, and Orville Rose was about as happy as a childless man can be.
He saw their bodies shift as they realized, shift from hunched and hardening to softer, straighter, and the wind being against them he couldn't hear their cries but he saw Cray break free first and run full tilt toward him in that funny was he ran with his body stiff except for his hands pumping like pistons making his legs move fast, and he saw Amy start to run too with that pinwheel run of older girls and women the knees pinwheeling out because of the inward tilt of the femurs down from the widened childbearing pelvis, and then he saw Miranda hesitate a second and the she too started to run, actually run! -- a lopsided galumphing run bringing to mind at that moment of all things a cowboy of his childhood Hopalong Cassidy she was actually running! -- and even Penny ran too and he expected to see Selma flying low above it all but no, he'd learned in his time in the town that she wouldn't fly in the face of love, and in no time they were close enough so that their cries to each other to the new in each other could be clearly heard, as if all those present are coming back from the dead.