
A hot, steaming cup of Columbian Dark Roast and water meets my lips. The brain shouts hallelujah as the liquid races through the pounding nerve endings, quelling the revolt and opening the neurons so that rational thought can resume. The clock is set for June 22, 1924. The location is Long Island, New York. The duration is one hour. The plunger is pulled, and we find ourselves at Mitchel Field near Garden City, Long Island.
Army First Lieutenant Russell Maughan is preparing his Curtiss P-1 Hawk for a dawn-to-dusk flight across America. He plans to be the first to fly across the North American continent in one day. The takeoff is scheduled for 3:58 AM tomorrow morning. He plans to land at Crissy Field near San Francisco before sundown. If so, the flight of 2670 miles will take 20 hours and 48 minutes.
In talking with the Lieutenant, he plans to make fueling stops at Dayton, Ohio; St. Joseph, Missouri; North Platte, Nebraska; Cheyenne, Wyoming; and the Bonneville Salt Flats at Salduro, Utah.
We wish him well just as the alarm heaves me into the down softness of the couch. I have a text from Linda Hill. It reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “water.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
To see how others have used the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2024/06/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-22-2024/
Water by John W. Howell © 2024
“So you snuck water in there up front.”
“Didn’t want to miss the opportunity.”
“How come you didn’t stay for the takeoff of the Lieutenant?”
“It is complicated.”
“Try me.”
“Okay. The flight took place on the 23rd of June in 1924.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Today is the 22nd. I didn’t want to go another day.”
“Ah. Your obsessive compulsiveness made you want the time to be exactly 100 years.”
“Right.”
“I hope you get help with that. Well, did he male it?”
“Yes. He flew and arrived one minute before sundown on the West Coast, setting a record as the first to fly transcontinental in one day.”
“I guess that was important at the time.”
“Of course, it was. Aviation was new, and records were just waiting to be set.”
“Care to go for a new record?”
“Does this involve VooDoo Ranger by chance?”
“Well………”
“You call Uber?”
“Check it out. He’s over there.”

“OMG.”
“What?”
“Thant’s a 1966 Ford Fairlane two-door sedan.”
“How do you know that?”
“My first job was as a sales representative, and I had a company car like that, only blue.”
“I can’t imagine you as a sales rep. Door to door?”
“Aw, come on. I represented the company brands at retail.”
“Stores, you mean?”
“Yup. I ensured all was good so the consumer wouldn’t be disappointed by an out-of-stock item.”
“So you carried the company’s water.”
“Sure did.”
“Did they make water?”
“You are an idiot, you know that. Let’s get to the Voo Doo Ranger.”
“Right behind you. You can have shotgun too.”
“Since I’m buying, I hope so. Oh, I almost forgot. There will be no Views of the Neighborhood tomorrow. Going to be busy. I hope everyone has a peaceful Sunday.”



























A rendering of the solar project – credit City of Valencia






