This is sweet baby Junior and, just like me, he is preparing to fly from Boston to Nantucket on a Cape Air Cessna. The breeze catches his mom's hair and hurls it skyward.
Shortly after I get in and buckle myself down, I see sweet baby Junior boarding with his mom.
I can't believe my good fortune! Sweet baby Junior sits down beside me! I see that I will have good, intelligent, company on this trip. I believe we will discuss Socrates, Shakespeare and Persimon Munk.
The pilot gives us the preflight briefing. Sweet baby Junior pays rapt attention. I can tell that he is worried that the pilot does not know what he is doing and might crash.
"It is okay," I tell him. "I think this pilot knows what he's doing - and if he doesn't, I'm a pilot too, so I will just simply take over. And I've only crashed once, so you know you will be safe if I must fly the plane."
As you can see from his expression, this filled Sweet baby Junior with great relief.
Soon, we left Boston behind us.
Shortly after we flew out over the Atlantic, I turned to sweet baby Junior to start the discussion. "So," I queried, "what is your theory about whatever became of the vanished libraries of Persimon Munk?"
But sweet baby Junior did not answer. He had fallen into dreamland.
Perhaps he would find the answers there.
Soon we were over what is nick-named Fog Island, home of the old yankee whaling town of Nantucket.
We come down on final, headed towards Runway 24. I wish that I were flying the damned plane instead of this guy. Not that I have anything against him and he did a good job, but I just always like it better when I am doing the flying. I haven't done the flying for too long, now.
Sweet baby Junior and his mom got out and headed for the Cape Air terminal building, but they had left a shoe behind.
I picked it up and hollered at them. They came back and got it.
I have not seen Sweet Baby Junior since.
Wouldn't it be fun if he showed up at my show?
I kind of doubt it, though.
But I hope he does.
Should you see this, Sweet Baby Junior, know that you have a special invitation.
Two PM, Saturday, March 27, at the Nantucket Whaling Museum.