I read somewhere that in December of 1903, after many attempts, the Wright brothers, Orville and Wilbur, were successful in getting their “flying machine” off the ground and into the air at Kitty Hawk. Thrilled over the accomplishment, they telegraphed a message to their sister Katherine. They didn’t have texts and email then. They said, “We have actually flown 120 feet. Will be home for Christmas.” Katherine hurried to the editor of the local newspaper and showed him the message. He glanced at it and said, “How nice. The boys will be home for Christmas.” He totally missed the big news—for the first time in human history, man had actually flown!
The night was cold. Kelly could see his breath as he trudged across the parking lot to take the nightly readings on the gas pumps. Jim was inside behind the counter. He had just finished mopping. “If we’re lucky we may get out of here on time tonight,” Kelly thought. He was anxious to get home. His day job started at 6:00 AM and he needed some sleep.
One by one Kelly read the meter on each gas pump. He wrote the numbers on a familiar form, held by a worn clipboard, then reach into Continue reading The Visitation