I'm not a Stinson driver, but was that a no-flap departure, and is that the norm? Think I'd a been pulling on that flap handle as hard as I could.
Admit you're afraid of the dark. Soak the warmth from scabrock,cheek to lichen. The wind isn't talking to you. Listen anyway. Let the cries of coyotes light a fire in your heart. Remember the terrible song of stars—you knew it once, before you were born.