As things wound down, George and his wives and Robby with his talked with Tom and Jenny and Vic and Amy as we all sat together. George asked, "When do...you think you will make the trip?"Tom said, "Tomorrow afternoon. I want to finish going over the plane and get an aviation radio working in the tower. It's VHF but line of sight travels a long way when one of the radios is five or six thousand feet in the air."Vic said, "We talked about it in the buckboard. We actually want to make two trips.. I guess he just never knew it couldn't be done."Bob was shaking his head. "With all due respect, this is not a sophisticated mousetrap! It requires an incredible knowledge of metallurgy, ultra-high-end electronics, and I don't know what else. Mark, what do you do for a living, anyway?"Mark had been looking at Bob with an expression of amusement on his face. "Bob, I'm just a dirt farmer. Of course it can get pretty rugged up here in the winter sometimes. So I guess I took a couple of extension. They got to perform all right …twice…a cock-fest and later their choral number. What do you think they remembered, years later from their final College Mass at the Cathedral? Along the row of fifteen College seniors, a few were looking forward one day to attending the Oktoberfest, Erica had in mind her own private fuckfest…she had recalled that Browning Poem …well it had all emerged here too…she was the piper and they were following her tune. Cocks: big ones, thick ones; small ones, scrawny. Her well-read mind thought of Hamlet’s soliloquy and ‘Wherefore art thou Romeo’, and shifted to the Brownings and ‘How I do love thee and am busily counting the ways’, and inspiration struck. B could be the perfect Byronic hero: Byron himself. Sucking her teaspoon absentmindedly, V realized that a good old fashioned romantic hero might be just the thing for a tired evening after work. As the day’s heat leached away, V drew a bath and thought very warm thoughts. Byron would be dark and tragic,.