The other day I was in the corner room, the small bird room, my brother's old bedroom, when a loud rotor sound seemed to be coming closer and closer. The birds got excited and I looked out the window to see two Chinook helicopters fly over at a very low altitude. I called them Hueys but my son, Paul, corrected me. He, too, is into helicopters and witnessed them fly over while he was on his walk.
The instant memory of being in that room with my brother as he explained his model of a Sikorsky helicopter and the other copters that intrigued him overcame me. My brother got into some varied interests! Orchids, Mollys, Maps, Chemistry, but at that moment, the helicopters came flying back into my memory. Those huge copters were probably heading to Travis. It felt like Apocalypse Now!
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