Chapter 34

I drove to Prescott Airport, a small airfield next to Lake Erie for privately owned Cessnas, Pipers, and Beechcrafts. On the drive to the airport, Tuck told me that he didn’t have a fear of flying. Rather, he said, “I love to be in the clouds, up in the blue. It brings out the man in me.”

I told him, “Trust me I can bring out the man in you. You just have to give me forty-five minutes to show you.”

He lightly and playfully punched me in a shoulder. “I’m going to miss you, guy.”

“You won’t. You’ll be with your family having loads of fun.”

“I doubt that. I think I’d have more fun staying here with you.”

Maybe he was right. I wasn’t sure. What I did know was rather elementary: his family had missed him and wanted him to come home. His mother had paid for his short flight, which was under an hour long. Perhaps his father, Joel, had even missed him, but I wasn’t sure.