[matt2020]

Hi my day good. Health up and down so I try to get more out of the good days. Great to hear you are well.

What Lindbergh did, in 1927, amazes me:
“Lindbergh faced unfathomable dangers: darkness, fog, thunderheads, ice and mounting sleeplessness, which induced mirages, including ghosts in the fuselage.

He periodically removed the Spirit’s plastic window and descended close enough to the water for the spray off the whitecaps to revive him.

After 25 hours aloft, Lindbergh spotted a fishing boat. Lowering his plane, he leaned out the window and yelled, “Which way is Ireland?”

Adrenalin fueled the rest of the journey—over England and the Channel and the Seine. Outside Paris, he identified the floodlit field on which he would set his plane down—33 1/2 hours after taking off. In that instant, a new age of celebrity commenced.”