We were all ‘grounded’ this morning when a thick fog rolled in. Even the birds sat it out for a while – waiting for the fleeting fog to lift.
“Air Traffic Control says I have to just sit here in the fog. I’m not instrument-rated.”
“Heads up – I got a fleeting glimpse of the runway!”
“Ground Control – this is Little Bird Golf Echo Charlie, on the east fence post, ready for takeoff.”
When Paul Bunyan’s loggers roofed an Oregon bunkhouse with shakes, fog was so thick that they shingled forty feet into space before discovering they had passed the last rafter.
– Oregon: End of the Trail, “Tall Tales and Legends” –
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