Friday, August 27, 2021
That was the first thing everyone asked, and yes, it was true. He was Charlie Chaplin’s brother. If they wanted more, he would tell them his brother wanted to be in pictures, while he wanted to fly. These were the days you had to hold on to the pitching fuselage, riding on a bird made of cloth and wood. There’s no way to describe the feeling of being in the sky. Leaving the land, the ocean below, steering for the bright sun surrounding Catalina Island.
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