“My dad used to come home dark from
the mines and beat his day out of us.
You couldn’t tell soot from bruises
till you washed. Sometimes I dream of flying.
Mostly it’s that she’s come back.
We’re hunkered under the plane and
she’s telling me a thing or two
about a world away from here.”
- Bo McNeeley,
flight mechanic,
flight mechanic,
in the poem by
Gabrielle Calvocoressi,
Gabrielle Calvocoressi,
The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart
