The Orange And White Cessna.

Forrest had rented it out in Arizona... it had a cracked cylinder they found out later ... it was a hot day.. and he was with his girlfriend ..  the density altitude was up there....

Off the end of the runway they went... under the high tension power lines and  dodging the Palo Verde branches they are such a pretty color of green but not his very favorite...

Wheee............................

Well there is a clearing... I will be,  plop.....  a good landing, no damage really just some scratches on the paint out toward the wing tips....

Good low level steering old boy... he complimented himself.

Then it really gets weird........

His cell phone was dead... he wanted to call the rightful owner to assure himself that he the  owner did not think Byron had stolen the  vessel and secondly to  inform them they were o.k.. and where the plane was located  and that they had not crashed and  lay dead somewhere... two primary  concerns.... if not three.

So his girlfriend next came along in her older 25' motor home... nice and cozy it was...

That bitch kicked him out in some desolate desert town... drove off... left him with his dead cell phone and two mewing little kittens... black cats not yet grown.

He was carrying the kittens in his hands... they got all sweaty making pools of sweat.... the poor things he thought... but where to put them? Looking for shade.

He was good and lost now out in this desert town...  With No destination... two demanding kittens and no where to go but forward... people really were not all that friendly especially towards introverts not spending money....... perfect it was he thought.

He kept looking for his Girlfriend where oh where was she...  .. and her motor home..  looking up and down and all around...there were lots of them around there in Southern Arizona... but alas non were hers.

Boo Hoo.

He even wandered into a store looking.. the kittens struggling to get away from him all the while.... the battery was completely gone in his phone now.... not just dead.. but not there period.

He could not read the Charts they were all upside down and he did not want to take the time either.. what for?.... and all these feelings of responsibilities... he could not abandoned the little struggling kittens.... after all they were so helpless, even though they wanted away.

The only thing he had left were the feelings of responsibility... mixed with guilt, like a can of mixed nuts.. he supposed,

However he did come up with a question  This:

About ,   feelings of responsibility mixed with guilt...... Where do they begin and where do they  end?

FLY CESSNA in the cool of the morning.

The Orange and White Cessna.