Flying a Kite

"I remember when you were one. We were flying a kite on the beach at Cape Cod and we both wanted to see how high it could go. So I let out the string and let out the string. It must have gone up about 2,000 feet, until the only reason I could see it at all was because I knew where it was supposed to be. We were marveling at it, having good fun, when a police officer ran up. 'You have to bring that kite down. It's just been spotted by a plane!' We had it in the middle of a flight pattern." - On the way back from dad's MRI