I often find myself thinking about three men. They were part of a blimp's ground crew, and were swept away with the vessel when it departed. This was many years ago, and their names have never been known to me. All I do know are their fates. The three men were taken over 500 feet into the air by the behemoth, and all three clung to their line, holding on for dear life. By the end of the flight, which lasted an hour, one man remained attatched and alive. I don't really think about him all that much, but I often wonder why the other two let go.

-ccm