flying the jet
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A few days later, we thought we'd try it again. The day was a little more windy, but we thought she could handle it. Becket got her up and had one brief flight. She was on top of her game. Dad took the next turn, hoping to get the jet up high and pass over the controls. Well, the jet had other ideas. It caught a wind current and just kept climbing. Dad quickly realized the jet wasn't coming back. It climbed and climbed, unresponsive to remote control. Several large vultures were riding the same currents and it joined it, soon soaring out over the Monongahela out of site. Becket began to sob, "My jet, my jet, ,myyy jetttttt." We now only have our memories of that silver and black foam beauty, but we'll cherish them fondly.





