Remembering the 'Golden Age of Aviation'
Sunday, Aug. 13, 1922: I awoke to the sound of a rooster crowing from the nearby farm yard, and sleeping under the wing of my trusty Curtiss Jenny the dew was beginning to run off the wing and drip in my face.
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