Wednesday, October 1

Crappy Trails to You

They all say planes always had white trails. Okay, I say. 

SQUINT now, remember hard. Did the thin short lines ever stick around to make fat long CLOUDS? Even when they crisscrossed?

Thank you. 

There never was a putt-putt plane choo-choo making puffy smoke tracks behind it in a cartoon sky.  

And you know it. 

They stayed behind a jet like a boat wake.  Went with it moving, gone with the plane. Persistent in trail is one thing, sure  -- forty million reports of it suddenly from all across the globe,  another.

The only con is densation of the Reign.       

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