Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Soar On, Treetop Flyer
Treetop Flyer and Dianne at Phins To The West 2006.
I'm not a big fan of religion. Works for some folks, doesn't for others. Mark me down in the "doesn't" column.
But I do believe in God. I don't understand him, but I believe in him. And here's what little I actually know about him:
He's out there, somewhere, and right now, I don't like him very much. Why, you ask? I'll tell you.
There's been a lot in the papers and on the news lately about the "Baseline Killer" and "The Serial Shooters." These guys are a complete waste of good carbon. They don't deserve to breathe the same air that good people breathe.
People like my good friend, Treetop Flyer. He was one of the first people I met when I decided to join the Parrothead Club, at a fund raiser for hemophilia. He accepted me like he'd known me since birth. He loved and cared about his friends and his family, gave freely of himself, his time, and his resources. Like most Parrotheads, he cared about people he never even met, who were perhaps a little less fortunate than him. You rarely saw him without a smile on his face, a camera around his neck, and his arm around his beautiful wife, Dianne. And aircraft...oh, man, he loved aircratft and flight and anything associated therewith. Hence the name.
One of the good guys, you know?
And that brings us back to the Serial Shooters. They're taking up space in county lockup, where they point their accusatory fingers at one another and proclaim their own innocence. If by some miracle, those guys suddenly ceased to be, just vaporized into thin air, the world would be a better place. It would just be too bad it didn't happen before they had the chance to destroy so many lives.
But God picked Treetop Flyer instead. Gone in the blink of an eye. He was important, God. Don't you know that he touched the lives of all who knew him in a positive way? You're all-seeing and all-knowing. Can't you see, and don't you know we need him down here?
What were you thinking?
Note: Treetop Flyer was behind the camera more than he was in front of it. The picture up above was used without permission from our good friend, Freeze Frame. I doubt he'll mind much.
