Filght* (for Flight*)

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, too young, no doubt, to even have known what beer was (but one who literally knew her own mind), who began begging her mom for a Red Bull: "Please, mommy, please, please, please, can I get one?" "Certainly not," her mother replied. "But why do you want one so bad?" "Because," her daughter said, "it gives you wings!" Ba-dum-bum. I just got home from a seven-hour plane ride, and boy, are my arms tired. Frankly, I was happy to leave the flying to them. But people have been donning wings and attempting to take flight since the dawn of human evolution, and dinosaurs since well before that. We all earn our wings for a job well done, and today's typo-fixing time will probably fly by, with only three of these in OhioLINK, and 34 in WorldCat.

(Widmerpool Church Winged Bull corbel in porch, 20 June 2010, from Wikimedia Commons.)

Carol Reid