Red and Rover by Brian Basset for April 20, 2013
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Transcript:
I see it! I see it! It just hovers there writing the thermals... Almost like it's taunting you. You have retriever in you- go get it, boy! See you in a few days. Don't give my food away. Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
When I was a lad living temporarily in Marin County, we made box kits and had 2000’ reels of string. We’d fly from one hilltop to another. When the air cooled and the winds died in the late afternoon, the kites would lower and the strings would catch on the oak trees.
The next morning, we’d try to recover the string and, most importantly, the bamboo sticks. Then we’d do it all over again.