Every once in a while I look up and see a plane making what looks to me like a way-too-steep climb. I learned how to fly, but that was just a teeny single engine plane and it was the 1970’s. Maybe a climb like this is perfectly acceptable. But I see this and I think something urgent is happening. Like, maybe this is a fighter jet and it’s way … to fight something.
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →