Imagine that the clouds had parted above Cheyenne, and that Jessica had powered up into the frictionless blue and sailed like a gull on thermals all the way to Cape Cod--had wheeled there, and floated back across America, borne aloft now on the nation's cheers, across the Rockies to California, where she would touch down and climb grinning from the cockpit, and ride on her father's shoulders through a tumult of television cameras and microphones, and would do the Today show live with Katie, and talk to Bill Clinton from the White House.
Americans have sometimes sought a kind of moral...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
