Exhaust

Abstract

It’s now 30 years removed, but I live it nearly daily. That smell, that taste, that image of power and danger. Long ago, I had followed and succeeded with my boyhood dream. I flew. The road to my success was long and full of near failures, but I made it. Today, I smell the diesel exhaust. Filling my gas tank at some truck stop somewhere, I take in the smell, forgetting about my surroundings, and I key for the dangers no longer there. Keyed for the myriad of things I must accomplish, quickly and completely. Jet fuel exhaust fills my lungs.