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Charlie got to know Cliff when he began taking flying lessons that summer. The airport, as the crow flies, was only a few miles from the farm, and Charlie maintained that his whole entire life his ambition was to fly.

“Really?” I was skeptical.

“I hate to fly,” I also said.

Charlie just laughed.

“Wait and see,” he said. “Once I get my pilot’s license, I’ll take you to Rehoboth Beach.”