When Mr. Man was given the gift of a balloon ride by his co-workers for his 50th birthday I was immediately transported back in time to my eleven-year-old bedroom. I could see myself lying in bed, pillow fluffed behind my head and reading Jules Verne’s “Around the World in Eighty Days.” Captivated by Phileas Fogg’s flight in a hot air balloon with his valet Passpartout, the dream of one day circumnavigating the earth with my manservant took root.
Almost forty-five years later my fantasy materialized – maybe not the traveling completely around the world part, but certainly living the rest of the dream…
Expecting to arrive and immediately take off into the wild blue yonder, we, including two other couples, were duly informed that we needed to pitch in with blowing up the thing. Hmmmmm…
Hey! What happened to all the rainbow colored ones?
I guess black and white is what you get when a newspaper uses you to advertise.
HIT THE GAS
The silence, as well as the stunning beauty, is overwhelmingEighty minutes passes quickly and it is time to begin the descent“Ach, du lieber Hilde! Vot is dat?”
“Mooooove over Bertha – I can’t see!”
“Hey, you guys – I sink dat is bahhloon!”Once we are well past giving the local livestock a scare,
it’s touch down, deflate, and time to pack up that monstrous, bulbous orb
shopping bagThank you to everyone for an unforgettable gift
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. MANThanks for making my dream come true too.