Who do cities and towns exist for? Is it the people who live there or those who come to visit? Over the last few years this has been a central question in two very different locales for at least some of the residents in both Jackson, WY and New York City, NY.
Part 1 of 'Where's Gustave?' asks why Gustave Whitehead didn't appear in the press as "First to Fly" at critical times between his supposed "flight" in 1901 and 1928, on many occasions when he reasonably ought to have.
Within months, tens of thousands of U.S. forces were committed to battle on the ground and in the air. But by the time the Army joined the fight in substantial numbers, I was off active duty, in the Reserves and most of the way through my six-year military obligation.
The helicopter buries its skids into a knife ridge no wider than a snowboard is long. This first attempt marks the landing zone high up in Alaska's Chilkat Range, north of Haines, Alaska, and not far from the Canadian border.
Its no secret; Australia is a country infested with things that will kill you. Or as humorist and Australiaphile Bill Bryson put it, "If you are not stung or pronged to death in some unexpected manner, you may be fatally chomped by sharks or crocodiles."
Speed is paramount in our response to the Ebola epidemic in West Africa as we continue to be vigilant in the fight to extinguish Ebola. The faster we get to communities with suspected cases, the faster we protect the people there.
I married a man whose obsession with flying machines began in elementary school with radio-controlled planes and helicopters. He eventually graduated to full-size planes and a career in aviation, but when we met 20 years ago in Louisville, Kentucky, he was a biomedical engineer with a yen to fly.
The role of adventurers in aviation was very much on my mind while reading Dick Smith's thrill-a-page book, The Earth Beneath Me, the story of his solo helicopter flight from Fort Worth, Texas to Sydney, Australia in 1982.
What would Doug do to get AnhDao to agree to marry him? Make himself disappear during a lunch date using a staged photo booth? Yes! Dress up as Kung Fu Panda and dance in a flash mob? Of course! Put his girlfriend on a helicopter and wait for her arrival on a skyscraper? No problem.
Maybe it's the altitude, but heli-skiing is like the best drug I have never taken, and it's certainly as addictive. I want to go back again and again. And it's probably the most dangerous and expensive drug I have ever tried, as well. This is not a sport for sane people.