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    oversized
  • Bigger than the usual size

  • outsize: larger than normal for its kind

  • (Oversize) A book which is too large to be shelved in normal call number sequence on the shelves of a library. Oversize materials may be shelved in a separate location, as indicated in the entry in the online catalog.

  • (Oversize) Lens blanks larger than standard diameter.





    t shirts
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.

  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat

  • (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.

  • (t-shirt) jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt





    wear
  • Habitually have on one's body or be dressed in

  • Exhibit or present (a particular facial expression or appearance)

  • be dressed in; "She was wearing yellow that day"

  • Have on one's body or a part of one's body as clothing, decoration, protection, or for some other purpose

  • impairment resulting from long use; "the tires showed uneven wear"

  • clothing: a covering designed to be worn on a person's body











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Foxtrot Oscar




Foxtrot Oscar





I never really thought about flying as anything other than a method of transport, involving airports and check-in and stewardesses and professionals wearing white shirts with stripes on the arm in the cockpit.

So when my boyfriend Cliff told me he wanted to renew his pilot's license and buy a small plane, it took me a moment to react.

"And do what?"

He gave me one of those looks. "Fly, of course."

"To where?" I was having trouble grasping the concept.

"Where ever. France. Africa. The Canaries."

Now one thing I do understand is the travel bug. And if he was willing to fly me around to interesting places, then who was I to argue?

"Just one thing," I said, as I considered it. "Can I go with you to your lessons? I don't like the idea of you falling asleep at the wheel and my not having a clue."

Cliff did more than agree, he signed me up for a full course on the spot. I took a test flight with a random instructor from the school; Cliff stayed behind and waited for my response. "I'd rather be in a sailboat," I said, "but this is okay."

The lessons took place in Axarquia, a small county northeast of Malaga with a small airfield and basic facilities. We'd booked space there and arranged with a flying school in the UK to meet us at the airfield in order to take advantage of the Spanish weather. For some reason, taking lessons in August had made sense when we organised it.

When we arrived at the hot and dusty airfield at 9am, with the temperature already soaring to 30C and heat shimmering off the battered runway, it no longer seemed such a good idea.

I grew up in desert country, so I'm pretty good at beating the heat. I wore a small cotton dress and open sandals and had a bottle of water in my oversized handbag. I felt quite pleased with myself for being prepared, the others would surely swelter in their long sleeves and trousers.

My instructor was actually the head of the flying school, an ex-military man named Tom in a checkered shirt and perfectly ironed linen trousers. His lean face was slightly pink from the heat.

I walked over and introduced myself to him with a smile. Tom looked me up and down and said, "You aren't flying in that."

"I'm not?" I looked down at myself.

"What would you do if there was a fire in the cockpit? Your legs are totally unprotected, those shoes are useless. We'll do theory today."

I skulked behind him into a room with a blackboard and desks, feeling like a chastened teenager.

Cliff was already there along with another student, and a young trainee instructor named Lee was at the front.

I found a seat and stifled a yawn while Lee talked about airspeed and physics and what makes a plane fly. Magic, obviously, I thought as I doodled in my notebook.

Afterwards Tom returned and sat down for a chat. Cliff seemed to get on well with him and they chattered away about planes and interesting airfields while I idly flicked through my new book full of science and maths and mechanics and every other subject I've ever done badly at.

"So what made you decide you wanted to fly," asked Tom, looking directly at me.

I sat up straight and stuttered. "Well, because Cliff is, you see, and I thought it would be a good idea if I understood it too."

"You don't need to get a license, you know."

I nodded carefully. I wasn't sure I was going to go through all the testing, I just wanted the chance to learn the basics. It just seemed a bit odd for him to be putting me off on my first day.

"You can get what we call a Wife's License," he said, nodding back at me.

A strangled sound escaped me.

"A Wife's License is easy, without all the technical bits. I'll teach you how to talk on the radio, and then I can take you up and show you a bit about how to land. If there's a problem, then you can get contact with air traffic control and they can help you get the plane down safe."

He paused and looked at me with a smile.

"It's much simpler. Maybe you should just do that."

"I am getting a pilot's license." The words escaped my mouth before I was conscious of any decision. "I'm more than capable of handling it."

A wife's license? What cheek! As if women weren't competent enough to get a real one? My anger rode me through the shock of the commitment I'd just made.

Tom stood up and started clearing away the books. I couldn't see his face.

"Okay, then," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow. In jeans and sensible shoes."

"You will." I stormed out of the room. Who the hell was he to imply I couldn't handle flying?

He, it turned out, was one of the best instructors I ever met. It took me six months to realise I'd been set up, and by then I was a pilot.
















The Flight Home




The Flight Home





The pretty young woman sat in the middle seat of the row in front of me. She had sandy-blonde hair and wore blue jeans and a T-shirt that said "Live, Play, Learn."

Sitting in the window seat next to her was an elderly man. As our fellow passengers crammed oversized bags into overhead bins, he studied the strangers around him with a look of concern.

"Where are we going?" he asked the pretty young woman.

"We're going to San Francisco, Grandpap. We're meeting my father – your son, Terry. We're going to spend Christmas just outside San Francisco, where I live."

"What about my car?"

"Your car is in Hartford. It's in Susan's garage. It's safe. My dad will meet us in San Francisco. He has a car."

The plane took off and I watched the nighttime lights of my home town recede as we headed west.

"Where are we going?"

"To San Francisco, Grandpap. We started out in Hartford this morning. We're going to visit Terry, your son – my dad – for Christmas."

"I'm a little jumbled."

"It's been a long day, Grandpap. It's easy to be jumbled."

The beverage cart made its rounds, and I watched between the seats as the elderly man sipped his water. His bony hand trembled, and as he slowly brought the plastic cup to his mouth, his lips puckered forward like a baby's toward a nipple. This is fate's reward for a lifetime of experience, accomplishment, and survival: a fogged mind and a gnarled body.

During the flight, the young woman removed a document from her bag. "This is your grandfather, Grandpap. He was a doctor in Hawaii. He used to ride a donkey down into a valley to a leper colony. When my dad took us to Hawaii, we rode into the valley in the same way. It took three hours. We went down a steep trail with lots of switchbacks."

"We had to write a paper in college on the influence of early British settlers in Hawaii. I wrote mine about your grandfather."

A pause.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to visit your son Terry – my dad – in San Francisco, Grandpap. He'll be waiting for us there."

As the flight wore on, the young woman answered every repetitive question as though she'd heard it for the first time. Always with patience and love. I wondered how she got her grandfather through the security line. Off with the jacket. Off with the shoes. ID and boarding pass, please.

The young woman got up to stretch her legs. As she returned to her seat, I intercepted her.

"If there's anything I can do to help when we land, let me know."

"Thank you. My dad's meeting us there."

"He reminds me of my father."

She smiled sympathetically and returned to the middle seat in front of me.

"Where are we going?"

The plane began its descent and the lights of the East Bay grew larger.

"That looks like a big community."

"Yes, it's pretty big, Grandpap."

"Won't we need my car?"

"My dad – your son, Terry – is meeting us, Grandpap. He'll have a car."

The plane landed and taxied to its gate. The seatbelt sign went off and the horses sprung from their seats and began the tortoise race to the door.

As the elderly man exited the row in front of me, he struggled to find his balance. I held his arm to steady him. The young woman, now several rows in front of us, looked back, smiled, and mouthed, "Thank you."

In the baggage claim area, I saw Terry the Son escorting his father to the men's room. I had to approach him.

"Sir, you should be very proud of your daughter. She was incredible throughout the entire flight."

Terry the Son smiled the kind of smile you're happy to find on your face in the midst of a trying experience.

"Thank you. Thank you for saying that."









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