No. No! Mustn't go...down...no! It's as if I've...lost control of the chopper!
The copter surged, dipped, spun. The pilot jerked frantically on the
cyclic control stick. The horizon was gone. The sky was gone. All he
could see in every direction was a thick grey haze that almost seemed
to glow. In his twenty years of flying helicopters, Roger Thatte had
never seen anything like the freak cloud that enveloped his 'copter as
he flew over the nuclear reactor. And I might not live to tell about it, he thought, battling the maverick machine to no avail.
felt the copter ascending, spinning first this way, then that. Its
luches bore no relationship to anything Roger did with the controls.
The haze started to clear. But what Roger saw was nothing like what he
was expecting. He wondered if he was going insane.
seemed to be inside a huge hangar of some kind. Enormous lights glowed
overhead, in ranks that seemed to stretch away for miles and miles. It
was hard to focus on anything specific from inside the whirling,
dipping copter, but Roger thought he saw incredibly vast towers or
walls, also lined up in rows. His mind raced. Had he been whisked away
to some experimental aircraft facility? Was this an alien abduction?
No, no, of course not. Roger gently accepted the most obvious
explanation: he had gone insane. Then he fainted.
sure how long he was out. But the first thing he noticed when he awoke
was that the copter had stopped moving. Dizzy and shocked, Roger stood
up and looked outside the copter.
saw an assembly line. He saw giants putting gaudy red and black
packages in unimaginably huge brown cardboard boxes. And on each
package, in letters several times Roger's height...PERFORMER XIANG YAN HELICOPTER.
It wasn't a hangar. It wasn't a hangar at all. It was a warehouse. And I'm in a package, too. As a gigantic hand descended, lifted his package and set it in a cardboard box, Roger heard a scream. Funny, he thought. That scream sounds just like mine.
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a little of her in all of us. Especially if you drink the water in
Mexico. But that part comes out pretty fast. She's the reason for Hans
Christian Anderson and Mark David Chapman. She brought us Paul Simon
and Los Lobos. Before she lost her figure through asexual fission, she
was the hottest thing on pseudopods. Hey, even now, she might not be
some nineteen year old hardbody, but she's certainly still an AILF.
I know, it's hard to think that way about your mom, but those high
schoolers from Venus always seem to drive by when she's watering the
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Presenting the final deal this week - and the final chapter in the tale of Rock Hollow!
I saw one of his very last shows in Vegas. Two days before he died.
Tell you the truth, it was my wife's idea. She was still holding a
torch from all those years ago, still hot for the lean, young Rock
Hollow. Personally, I thought he was a has-been.
show started, I still wasn't sure what we'd be getting. Even in the
posters, you could tell he'd put on weight. The tabloids were all
saying he was on something a lot stronger than Merlot, and a lot of
people considered his Vegas shows a joke.
But the lights
went down, the band struck up, he stepped into the spotlight, and...what
can I say? The old Rock Hollow magic was still there. But there was
something else, too. The wild rock 'n' roller of old was seasoned, with
sandalwood and tobacco and briary red fruits. As the show went on, he
got even smoother, too. Silkier. That thrilling Rock Hollow flavor
seemed to go on forever. But even that wasn't long enough for us.
Real shame what happened after that. It's too bad the Rock Hollow story had to end. But we'll always remember that grand finale.
2005 Merlot Central Coast
TA 7.4 gm/L
Vineyard Sources: Firestone, Camp 4, Kingsley and Hammond
19 months aging in barrel in a combination of French oak and American oak