That time of year when you look up to the mountains and there you see canopies of multi-colored material with adventurous men and women hanging underneath them on strings.
One of my brothers is going to be one of those daredevils you can see soaring. He's been paragliding for a while now and each year I can tell when the paragliding season is nearing by his more and more frequent references to cloud formations, glances at the skies, and complaints when the weather is looking poor.
I've determined from my experiences with my brother that paragliding is an incurable affliction.
Friday, June 01, 2007
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