Here’s something combining my favorite song (Take it to the Limit) from my favorite band (The Eagles) about one of my favorite activities (glider flying):
You can spend all your block doing rope breaks.
You can spend all your flight boxing wake.
If the sky went flat by sixteen hundred,
would you still be at Garner?
So put me in a thermal, show me some sky,
and take me to Franklin one more time.
What are your thoughts?