by Jerry Vilhotti
"Papa, can I have it?"
five-year-old Gianni asked, standing before the window of the Fordham Road Toy
He thought the plane
he saw could really fly. He could fit his
whole body inside the cockpit and have enough room to spare, while
shooting down Nazi and Nip planes piloted by sneering blond guys with
scars on their faces and buck-teethed guys wearing very thick glasses;
looking like they didn't know how to fly.
Later, as a young adult,
he would find out
Wernher von Braun was planning a plane strike to kill little kids in New York City.
No, Gianni, but with the war just started, I will
working more, building ships in the great navy yard, and I'll get you two
planes to fly!"
Gianni wanted only this one. This plane he would
about many nights, flying up past the clouds, and he would tell anyone who came
near him and his plane that he was not lost, and he would announce his address to
the fierce, shouting winds several times before doing a mighty climb to get to
the lightest part of the sky that was way over by the warm sun. It was the same
sky that he wanted to touch when his father lifted him up towards it.
On the way back home, Johnny let go of his
and ran a few paces ahead of him. Jumping over a fire hydrant, he looked up as
he flapped his arms like wings buzzing and humming; reaching the free clouds
that floated above him, high in the sky.
Jerry Vilhotti (firstname.lastname@example.org) graduated from the only
college that won the NIT and NCCA basketball tournaments in the same year, but
more importantly than that, Jonas Salk, who helped rid some of the world of
polio with his vaccine, was also given the opportunity to contribute to Mankind
and graduated from the same NYC College that’s called in some circles: “The
poor man’s Harvard.” This, and the fact that there was a place of higher
learning that indeed gave every race, nationality, and creed an opportunity to
play in the game of sculpting a better world, gives him greater pleasure, and
as good fortune would have it, a nice publisher has accepted two collections of
his: Gods Depicting Pastime (You have to like, or dislike, baseball to enjoy),
and Specks in the Eyes of Seeing, that follows a toddler's journey into
manhood. He thanks you for your time and dedication….