..there are so many choices... ("claf-claf" in the background), I 'd like to order an extra-large...("claf-claf") with pepperoni and BBQ...sauce...Ahh...h...mmmmm...and a medi...um...vegetarian ("claf-claf")...mmmuuuhhh" the man said."Thin or thick crust?" I asked.("claf-claf-claf") “Ahhhhh...thiiiin...pleeeease…uuummmm," he answered.“This is a strange call,” I thought, “it will take half an hour to complete.” "Your address, please?" I asked.("claf-claf-claf") "Uhhhh...ohhhh...6969 Burning Bush. ”I made a note on my pad.“B is for Brakes.”I don’t know why but I laughed at the thought of a glider having brakes. “Why are you laughing Robert?” Katy asked.“I couldn’t quite see how the brake thing might happen in a glider. I mean in a piston or jet engine I get the idea for taxiing, but gliders don’t taxi do they?”Katy smiled. “There you go again, power boy, thinking you know about aircraft.” I was suitably scolded.“Air brakes,” continued Katy, “ are like flaps really, they slow you down as. "It almost seems like a dream, but yes, I'm going to school here." Did you graduate from high school early?" Not really, but kinda 'yes'; I got into a little trouble and they gave me a GED early and sent me here to live with Uncle Amos and go to the University."This kid intrigued me and I wanted to know what had happened but I didn't want to really pry so I just said, "Oh?"He sighed a little. "Well, I'm from Squashed Possum, Arkansas. The town doesn't have a high school so we got bussed to. How was it possible that there as another like him.WIthout a second thought he clocked into a channel that only Bruce and Clark had access to. He waited a few minutes before hearing a familiar deep voice call out the name. "Clark?" Bruce are you seeing this?" I thought I told you not to call this network unless it was an emergency." The guy behind the voice sounded unpleased with this."I know I know but I think I just found another.." Another what?" Bruce asked curious on what Clark was going.