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- (in soccer, cricket, etc.) Deliver (a ball) with well-judged trajectory and pace
- shoot a bird in flight
- a formation of aircraft in flight
- an instance of traveling by air; "flying was still an exciting adventure for him"
- Shoot (wildfowl) in flight
- Reserve accommodations for (someone)
- Engage (a performer or guest) for an occasion or event
- engage for a performance; "Her agent had booked her for several concerts in Tokyo"
- physical objects consisting of a number of pages bound together; "he used a large book as a doorstop"
- Reserve (accommodations, a place, etc.); buy (a ticket) in advance
- a written work or composition that has been published (printed on pages bound together); "I am reading a good book on economics"
book flight with - Airplane Flight!:
Airplane Flight!: A Lift-the-Flap Adventure
Cloudless California sky.
What a perfect day to fly!
In the cockpit Captain Bright
Makes sure everything works right.
Wing flaps open.Wing flaps close.
Lights shine bright on tail and nose.
Susanna Leonard Hill's interative text and Ana Martin Larranaga's simple but enticing art will take young readers on an exciting airplane ride! Kids can lift the10 flaps throughout the book to make their flying and reading experience more fun! Fasten your seatbelt and fly above the sky with this interactive book shaped like an airplane that is perfect for young children who are going on a plane for the first to one-hundredth time!
FLIGHT 621 | Brampton's Largest Air Disaster
FLIGHT 621 | Toronto's Largest Air Disaster *** REVISED *** ONE OF A FEW book cover mock-ups I'm considering for my book about Flight 621. This is the only one I'll be showing. For now. I like another mock-up I did… that I feel is much better, more sombre, reflective… but I'm always curious about feedback. So have your say, below, if you wish. I was reviewing an OPP police photographer's 40 year old Flight 621 crash photos recently, when I saw something in one of the photos. So I called Mike and said, "Mike, tell me, tell me, THAT ISN'T what I think it is." After, both his wife, Audrey and he looked over the photo in question, the sad response came back. "I think you're right, Paul." I thought to myself, God… always prepares the way. And you won't see that until you're right in the middle of it. If you see it at all. Whatever He has, later for you… to be right in the middle of. Only six months ago I was watching the excellent series about World War II, entitled, "The World at War" which, of course, is the definitive documentary about that war. Had I not seen the plentiful war stills of the battleground deceased, I might never have spotted "the clue". But half a year later, there I was… now "prepared" to make an unsettling discovery. "Paul, you're right… it is a little girl. I don't know how I didn't see that before!" Mike had taken the photos forty years ago, yet had somehow missed that sad detail. Those World at War documentary stills had captured so many soldiers, then at rest, with deceased hands launched in so many distinctive angles and positions that I guess my mind was imprinted with these sad images. When I chanced upon similar in Mike's photo… I was compelled to look closer. So, in the Flight 621 photo, I saw her peaceful hand, emerging from a sleeve, and lifelessly draped over an inner tubular structural piece of smashed DC-8. I followed the hand to its source. Somebody's little girl was sitting there, right there… in her final resting spot. Her thick black hair, untossled. A defiant, thick, white hair tie-back-clip could readily be seen, keeping her hair perfectly in place amidst the horror! The clip, however, could actually be one of those funky 70s style pair of big glasses pulled back over her forehead. We'll never know. I sat, in silence, with that photo for quite a while. The picture was taken in the first hour of the crash. There are police officers and first responders busily walking around in the background, obviously oblivious to her. I bet that didn't last long. She is right out in the open, but also concealed within a medium sized mangled piece of fuselage wreckage! And somehow, she remained INTACT! INTACT! How did that happen? I imagine that within the second hour, maybe the third, after these first hour photos were taken, she was found. Likely, someone just walking by who had to do a double-take. What a horrible, horrible, discovery. It certainly was, for me. And I was only looking at a photo. I'll be interviewing an OPP first responder this weekend. John Cooper. He was there the first day of the crash and also the second. I'll keep you posted. Finally, THE COVER above…that's how 621 looked seconds before impact. She corkscrewed over onto her back. This remains the primary reason why there are no crash photos of the wrecked Air Canada DC-8-63 with her tail readily seen… as one can see in most airliner disasters these days. The tail is usually spared in every airline disaster. Nothing was spared when Flight 621 crashed into the ground, in Castlemore, Ontario on July 5, 1970.
WWII Flight Log Book
Log flight book. This flight book starts out with his hours from the time of training to all his flights and missions. I only posted the ones I thought were interesting. I also didnt post the 2nd pages of each, it just shows the lengh of the flights, however if anyone is interested, I can post some. I thought this is a really neat part of some person history and was fasinated to find it. He was a B-24 bomber pilot during WWII.
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Nathaniel Fludd’s life has taken a turn for the worst. With his parents lost at sea, he lands on the doorstep of a distant cousin?the world’s last remaining beastologist. Soon Nate is whisked off on his first expedition, to Arabia, where the world’s only phoenix prepares to lay its new egg. When disaster strikes, Nate quickly finds himself all alone.
Will he be able to see the phoenix safely hatched, keep his accidental pet gremlin out of trouble, and rescue his guardian from the Bedouin? If he fails, nothing will stand between the world’s mythical creatures and extinction.
Too bad Nate’s not the sort of boy who enjoys adventure . . .yet.