Monthly Archives: July 2025
As the 41st anniversary of my sister, Alena Stevens’ marriage to the love of her life, Mike Stevens arrives, I am saddened, as is the rest of our family, that Alena isn’t here to celebrate it with her soulmate. Since Alena’s passing on April 23, 2025, Mike has gone through all of the normal feelings of grief…sadness, sorrow, loneliness, and that knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again…nothing will ever be quite right again. The “new normal” is not what it’s cracked up to be, and I don’t think anyone ever thought a “new normal” was exactly a good thing anyway. Mike is doing ok though. He is doing a lot of projects with our brother-in-law, Mike Reed, who is married to my sister Caryl. They recently installed a deck and a new door at Caryl and Mike’s house. Mike is making himself get out there and join in the activities of the family. That is so important, and I am very proud of Mike’s determination. Alena wouldn’t want him to just disconnect from the family.
Alena and Mike had almost 41 years of marriage, and of course their years of dating. They met when they both worked at Shellabarger Chevrolet, and the rest was history. They were taken with each other from the very start. Theirs was a wonderful life. They traveled. They loved car races, and so they went to some of the big 
raceways. Alena’s happy place was always the lake, and they camped at various lakes as much as they could in the summer, even having Stevens Family Competitions, complete with trophies and all. They made many good friends and spent blessed time with family. They were a close family and loved each other very much. Alena had a flair for decorating, and their home was stunning. Mike made sure that everything was kept in good working order. Together, they took care of their house, making it a home for their three kids, Michelle Miller, Garrett Stevens, and Lacey Killinger.
As the children grew up, life began to change. Garrett married Kayla Smiley, and soon they had two daughters, Elliott and Maya. Then, Michelle married Matt Miller. Lacey met and married Chris Killinger, and Chris brought children, Brooklyn and Jaxon into the family, making the grandchildren count four. They were so happy. Of course, there is still room for more grandchildren, possibly in the future…there’s always room for more grandbabies. While their life was a beautiful thing to see, now that Alena is in Heaven, it’s hard for me not to think about the things she is missing. Things like watching her grandchildren grow up and knowing any future grandchildren. These are things that Mike will do alone now, but he will also tell them about their grandmother; as will their kids, Michelle, Garrett, and Lacey; and their spouses, Matt Miller, Kayla Stevens, and Chris Killinger. It also makes me sad that Alena’s family will miss out on a future with her. It’s hard to make sense of it all. Cancer is such a cruel disease. As we work through our feelings, we are learning to 
think less about how sad we are and more about how happy Alena is in Heaven. There is no sadness in Heaven, and that helps us a little bit.
I know that the love Mike and Alena created together was a lasting, forever kind of love. They were a match made in Heaven, and while Mike lives on Earth and Alena lives in Heaven now, they are still soulmates. I read a story by a woman who lost her daughter to cancer, and the last line seemed perfect here too, “Love does not end when breathing stops.”
My grandnephew, Dylan Herr is a very busy guy. He is Chief Operating Officer (COO) at Herr Group. Dylan manages nine Red Wing Shoe stores. Dylan is a very social kind of guy, which makes his perfect for the position he is in. He knows how to make people comfortable in any setting. He has been in the show business all his life. It is a family run business, and he has grown into it, learning from the best. He knows the business inside out, upside down, and backward. He goes non-stop, if it’s not at work, it’s in his own activities, or his family, which is truly his top priority.
Dylan loves to play golf, and is teaching his son, Max to play too. Max may be young, but he will likely make an excellent 
golfer in the future. Dylan and his team placed 2nd in the recent Rotary Club Golf Tournament. It’s a five-man team and from what I have gathered, the competition was fierce. Dylan also plays softball and basketball. I’m not surprised. Dylan and his wife, my grandniece, Katy Herr are two of the most athletic people I have ever met. They recently ran a Glow Run 5K race together, and Dylan supports Katy in her marathon runs. Running a race is one thing, but having people behind you all the way, cheering you on, sure makes it a whole lot better. In addition to teaching Max how to golf, Dylan is the coach of Max’s T-Ball team, and he really loves helping these kids learn how to play, and sportsmanship too. Max and Dylan are “best buds” and love to wrestle and play sports together.
In addition to all the sports “running” here and there from team to team and event to event, Dylan finds time 
to do all the normal yardwork and house chores. He has become the most amazing handyman ever, which is awesome. When Dylan and Katy bought a house a few years ago, Dylan jumped right into all the normal homeowner things, without complaining. He wants their home to be comfortable for his family, and for when his family and any other guests comes to visit. Dylan also is a very community-oriented guy. He gets involved in fund raisers and other community activities around town. Everything Dylan is involved in make him a very fast-paced guy. I think most of us would have trouble keeping up. I know his pace makes me think I need a nap, and I’m no wimp either. I just don’t go at the pace of the Herr family for sure. Today is Dylan’s birthday. Happy birthday Dylan!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
In the early years of ship building, most ships were built out of wood. Then in the early 1800s, ships began to be built out of iron. Other ships had a screw propeller, but until 1845, when SS Great Britain was built out of iron and with a screw propeller
is a museum ship and former passenger steamship that was advanced for her time. The largest passenger ship in the world from 1845 to 1853, she was designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel (1806–1859), for the Great Western Steamship Company’s transatlantic service between Bristol and New York City. While other ships had previously been built of iron or equipped with a screw propeller, Great Britain was the first to combine these features in a large ocean-going ship, making her one of the most technologically advanced ships of her time. She was the first iron steamer to cross the Atlantic Ocean, which she did in 1845, in 14 days.
The ship is 322 feet in length and has a 3,400-ton displacement. She was powered by two inclined two-cylinder engines of the direct-acting type, with twin cylinders 88-inch bore, of 72-inch stroke. She was also provided with secondary masts for sail power. The four decks provided accommodation for a crew of 120, plus 360 passengers who were provided with cabins, and dining and promenade saloons.
When launched in 1843, Great Britain was by far the largest vessel ever built. However, her protracted construction time of six years (1839–1845) and high cost had left her owners in a difficult financial position, and they were forced out of business in 1846, having spent all their remaining funds refloating the ship after she ran aground at Dundrum Bay in County Down near Newcastle in what is now Northern Ireland, after a navigation error. In 1852 she was sold for salvage and then repaired. Great Britain later carried thousands of emigrants to Australia from 1852 until being converted to all-sail in 1881. Three years later, she was retired to the Falkland Islands, where she was used as a warehouse, quarantine ship and coal hulk until she was scuttled in 1937, 98 years after first being put into use.
Finally, in 1970, after being abandoned for 33 years, the Great Britain was salvaged and partially repaired thanks to Sir Jack Arnold Hayward, OBE (1923–2015). Hayward financed the ship’s journey north through the 
Atlantic, returning it to the Bristol dry dock where it had been built 127 years earlier. Hayward, who was a notable businessman, developer, philanthropist, and owner of Wolverhampton Wanderers football club, played a key role in preserving the vessel. Today, SS Great Britain is part of the National Historic Fleet. The ship serves as a museum ship and popular visitor attraction in Bristol Harbour. The ship draws between 150,000 and 200,000 visitors annually.
When she first met him, she told me that her heart skipped a beat. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. That view of him never changed. He was older than she was, which was not unusual in those days. Her own dad was sixteen years older than her mom. Still, my mom, Collene (Byer) Spencer was just a girl of 15 or 16 years, and my dad, Allen Spencer was 12 years older than she was. Nevertheless, their love was real and lasting. Her parents, George and Hattie Byer liked him too, so there was no problem there. He had been a friend my Aunt Virginia (Byer) Beadle and her later ex-husband, Jim Reynolds’ for a while before he met my mom. Once they met, however, he and my mom were a match made in Heaven, and neither one of them were ever interested in anyone else again.
They married when Mom was 17 years old and Dad was 29 years old, and they were married until his passing, 53 years later. Their love was a beautiful thing to grow up with. We, their daughters, Cheryl Masterson, Caryl Reed, Alena Stevens, Allyn Hadlock, and I always knew that they loved each other forever and ever. The years found Al and Collene blessed with a growing family, sons-in-law, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and now great great grandchildren. As parents, their daughters have worked to keep their legacy of love, telling all the kids about their wonderful grandparents. One day the kids who haven’t known them will get to meet them in Heaven, and that will be a great day. Mom and Dad loved the grandbabies, and I know they already love them as much as we do.
Mom and Dad loved to travel around this great country of ours. They were patriots through and through. While they had been to other countries, they always felt that the United States was the best nation on Earth and wanted their girls to see it. And see it we did. Every summer found us taking a vacation somewhere. We were probably the most traveled students in school, as was mentioned when teachers asked what we did in the 
summer. They were always surprised at the states we had seen. Now that we know how amazing our travels have been, we feel very blessed that our parents gave us that wonderful gift. Nevertheless, the greatest gift was the gift of their unconditional love. We weren’t perfect, but we were always loved. Today would have been Mom and Dad’s 72nd anniversary. Happy anniversary in Heaven Mom and Dad. We all love and miss you very much and look forward to seeing you in Heaven in our future.
These days, 32 years of marriage is a very impressive number, and when you add to that the three years they dated, and my daughter, Corrie Petersen and her husband, Kevin Petersen have been together 35 years. They started dating when Corrie was 15 years old and Kevin was 19 years old. You wouldn’t expect two kids those ages to get beyond dating, much less 32 years of marriage, but from the moment these two kids met…the rest was history. They never looked any further, and they couldn’t be more perfect for each other.
When they said, “I do,” on July 17, 1993, they fully meant that they would be together no matter what came to pass in their lives. They have been through thick and thin, some sickness but mostly health, and Corrie’s years in nursing school. and through it all, they have stuck together and supported each other completely. There was never any doubt that these kids loved each other. It was a beautiful thing to see. These days, they are parents to two boys, Chris and Josh. They have two 
daughters-in-law, Karen and Athena, as well as six grandchildren, Cambree, Caysen, Justin, Axel, Cyler, and Cristian. They feel so incredibly blessed, and anyone who knows them would heartily agree.
These days, with nursing school behind her, and two years as a nurse, Corrie and Kevin have been able to enjoy camping again. Nursing school is very hard, and it leaves no time to luxuries like vacations. Nevertheless, these kids stuck it out together, and now they are reaping the benefits of their labors and loyalty. They have more free time to enjoy camping and those grandkids. They have also been gardening and making some renovations on their house. Mostly, however, they have been enjoying they time they get to spend together, because after all, their love started it all. When two people decide to get married, they always have good intentions, but over the years, so many people forget those good intentions. They forget those old feelings and start to go in different directions. But not Corrie and Kevin. Their feelings never changed. Their love started it, and their love 
will always keep them together. We all feel blessed by their union. It is wonderful to watch them work together on every aspect of their lives. And if makes my heart glad to know that Kevin has always taken such good care of my daughter. Every parent of a daughter wants to know that their son-in-law is good to their daughter and loves her completely. We have been blessed to have our son-in-law, do just that. Today is Corrie and Kevin’s 32nd anniversary. Happy anniversary Corrie and Kevin!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
David William Duck was a Wyoming Territory soldier was killed in an ambush by Indians during the Fetterman Fight in 1866. He was buried by Sergeant William Briscoe. At least that’s what Duck was told when he returned to the fort!! On December 21, 1866, an entire command was annihilated in a battle against the Plains Indians in Wyoming Territory. The Fetterman Fight claimed the lives of 76 enlisted men, three officers, and two civilians, leaving the nation stunned. The details of the Fetterman Fight remain unclear, much like the mysterious story of a private at the same fort who bravely risked his life to deliver crucial messages from his commander. It was at this point that the peculiar tale of David William Duck began.
In the fall of 1866, Duck served as a private in the Eighteenth Infantry. He was stationed at Fort Phil Kearney under Colonel Carrington’s leadership. The garrison’s history is widely known, particularly the tragic massacre by the Sioux in the Fetterman Fight, caused by Captain Fetterman’s bold but reckless defiance of orders. During that time, Duck was traveling with urgent dispatches to Fort C F Smith on the Big Horn. With hostile Indians all around. He was forced to move at night and hide during the day as best he could. To improve his chances, I traveled on foot, armed with a Henry rifle and carrying three days’ rations in his haversack.
On his second night, Duck picked what seemed in the darkness to be a narrow canyon slicing through rocky hills as his hiding spot. The area was littered with large boulders that had tumbled from the hillsides. He settled behind one, tucked into some sagebrush, and quickly fell asleep. It felt like he had barely shut his eyes when he was jolted awake near midday by the crack of a rifle shot. The bullet struck the boulder just above him. A group of Indians had tracked him and were nearly surrounding him. The poorly aimed shot came from someone on the hillside above who had spotted him, but the rifle’s smoke gave away their position. Duck leapt to his feet and stumbled down the slope, keeping low and darting through sagebrush as bullets whizzed past. Oddly, his pursuers didn’t give chase, even though his tracks clearly showed he was alone. Their plan became clear soon enough. Duck hadn’t gone more than a hundred yards before he hit a dead end. What he thought was a canyon turned out to be a gulch ending at a sheer, barren rock face. Trapped in this cul-de-sac like prey in a snare, he realized they didn’t need to pursue him. They just had to wait it out and their prey would be a dead duck.
So, the Sioux waited. For two long days and nights, Duck huddled behind a rock crowned with a patch of mesquite, the cliff rising steeply behind him. Thirst gnawed at him relentlessly, and any hope of rescue had long faded. They traded sporadic shots, each aiming at the smoke of the other’s rifle. Sleep was impossible, and the exhaustion was pure agony.
Duck could barely recall the morning of the third day. He just knew it would be his last. In a frantic haze of desperation and delirium, he suddenly charged into the open, firing his rifle aimlessly. After that, the battle became a blur. The next thing Duck remembered was dragging himself out of a river as night fell. Stripped of everything…naked, disoriented, and alone, Duck spent the freezing night trudging northward. Duck finally reached Fort C F Smith at dawn. It was his intended destination, but his dispatches were gone. The first person he saw was Sergeant William Briscoe, a man he knew well. Then things got weird. Briscoe looked at Duck in utter shock. Now, mind you, Duck was naked, so he wasn’t surprised at his reception, but then Briscoe asked who Duck was. He said, “Dave Duck. Who else would I be?” Briscoe stared at Duck like he had two heads. After Duck told Briscoe about the events of the precious day, Briscoe finally explained why he looked so shocked. Still staring, Briscoe said, “If you’re Dave Duck, I should tell you I buried you two months ago. I was scouting with a small group when we found your body, riddled with bullet holes, freshly scalped, and otherwise mutilated…right where you said your fight happened. Come to my tent, and I’ll show you your clothes and some letters I took from your body. The commandant has your dispatches.”
Briscoe showed Duck the clothes he had been wearing, and the dispatches Duck had been carrying. Then he took him to the commandant, who, mostly because he didn’t know what else to do with a dead man, ordered him to be taken to the guardhouse. On the way to the guardhouse, Duck asked him, “Bill, did you really bury a 
body wearing these clothes?” “Sure did,” he replied. “It was Dave Duck, no doubt about it. Most of us knew him. Now, you lying impostor, you’d better tell me who you really are.” Duck responded, “I wish I knew.”
A week later, Duck escaped from the guardhouse and fled the area as quickly as possible. Since then, he returned twice, trying to locate that cursed spot in the hills, but I’ve never been able to find it. He also ended up with the nickname, Dead Duck. It was a part of his life that he could never explain, and he lived to be an old man.
My nephew, Chris Killinger has been such a wonderful blessing to my niece, Lacey Killinger. He is so supportive of her endeavors, even “word of mouth” advertising for her beauty salon when she started it up. Chris and his two children, Brooklyn and Jaxon joined our family “officially” when he and Lacey were married, but they were ours way before that. We could see clearly that Chris was Lacey’s life-long love. The day they married was perfect and while it was cold on October 28, 2023, no one noticed. Since that time, their love has grown and flourished. They have become a sweet family, who all love each other.
Chris and Lacey love to go camping, but their camper was too big for their old truck, so Chris recently got a new truck that can easily handle the camper. He is very excited about it. This truck can easily pull the camper, so they are hoping to go camping more now. Over the Fourth of July, Chris; brother-in-law, Matt Miller (Matt is married to Lacey’s sister, Michelle); and one of their friends, went all out to put on a great firework show at the 
lake where they were all camping!! The guys bought a ton of fireworks and even the tools to light the fireworks off with just a button. The effect was fabulous!! The people camping next to them told them how amazing the show was!! The guys went all out because fireworks were one of Lacey and Michelle’s mom, Alena Stevens’ (who passed away on April 23, 2025) favorite things at the lake. That totally endears them to me as well, because Alena was my sister. Lacey thinks the boys look forward to doing the fireworks this way every year! That is a tradition Alena would really love. And so will any campers in the general vicinity of their camp spots.
Chris started a new job in January at Compression Leasing, which he likes a lot! Prior to this Chris was the office and purchasing manager for Atlas Aero Service, which is located at the Casper-Natrona County International Airport. I’m sure he is very happy at his new job, but I wonder if he misses all the airplane 
activity out the window of his old office. Chris is a great dad. Brooklyn is his girly girl, and she loves all things beauty, which is perfect for Lacey, who loves helping Brooklyn with her dream look. Jax, of course, loves helping his daddy do anything he is working on. They ate two of a kind. Chris and Lacey love to go to concerts, and they go quite a bit when they can. They are mostly into country concerts. And they always have a great time!! Today is Chris’ birthday. Happy birthday Chris!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
My nephew, Shannon Moore is an educator, through and through. He has a bachelor’s degree in education (he was a math teacher for quite a while), a master’s degree in physical education, and a master’s degree in education administration, which would be the level of a school principal. He is the assistant coach for the Wyoming Cowboys football team. He is also their tight ends coach and helps with special teams too. My sister, Allyn Hadlock, Shannon’s mother-in-law, tells me, “Shannon has really worked hard with his team, and the Lord has blessed him greatly!! He has always been a mentor for youth and a living example of God’s goodness. Now, he is helping in the children’s room at their church, teaching, leading, and mentoring those kids to make a difference!! Shannon has always had a ministry with children, youth, and college kids, and I believe the Lord will continue to use him to help kids follow a Godly example. He speaks at Fellowship of Christian Athletes dinners and is always willing to be used by the Lord!!”
Shannon’s wife, Lindsay Moore always gets so excited about Shannon’s birthday and about having a chance to tell people about her husband! She loves that she and their daughter, Mackenzie get to celebrate “the guy who always takes care of us and everyone else!! Shannon and Mackenzie have such a special bond. He’s always ready to give her quality time. They play, he teaches her things, they just love each other very much!! She has Daddy wrapped around her finger in the best way. When she is learning a new skill, he is so patient (a true coach) and spends time to help her learn – whether it’s flips on the trampoline, riding a new bike, mini golfing, paddle boarding, math – he just knows how to teach.” Those are such great things to have said about you. Shannon truly has a heart of gold.
Because Shannon is a coach, they family has lots of family time during the summer months. They usually take several vacations. This year was a little bit extra special, because they got to come to Casper for Lindsay’s sister Kellie Hadlock’s marriage to Time Thompson. It was a special time with the girls participating in the 
wedding. They also had great vacations to Chadron State Park, the Big Horns Mountains, Fremont Lake, and Alpine. Shannon is always up for an adventure…a hike, a bath in a creek or lake, a four-wheeler ride, paddle boarding, etc. Lindsay says, “I’m so blessed because Shannon is a wonderful, kind, loving husband. He really personifies 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. I always tell people that the person they see out in public is even better at home. And he’s real handsome too!!” Today is Shannon’s birthday. Happy birthday Shannon!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
Daybreak in New York City on July 13, 1977, began in a normal way, but by the end of the day things would be anything but normal. At 8:34pm, a lightning strike hit the Buchanan South substation on the Hudson River, causing two circuit breakers in Buchanan, New York, to trip. This substation converted 345,000 volts of electricity from the 900 MW Indian Point nuclear generating station into lower voltage for commercial use. A loose locking nut and a delayed upgrade cycle prevented the breaker from reclosing, thereby stopping the power flow.
A second lightning strike knocked out two 345 kV transmission lines, leaving only one of them able to reclose, and caused a power loss at the Indian Point nuclear plant. The strikes also overloaded two other major transmission lines. Following protocol, Consolidated Edison, the power provider for New York City and parts of Westchester County, attempted to activate a fast-start generating station at 8:45pm, but the remote start failed as they were unmanned. Other staffed plants were successfully started, but some of the turbines were offline for routine maintenance and so they could not deliver their full capacity.
At 8:55pm, a third lightning strike hit the Sprain Brook substation in Yonkers, knocking out two more critical transmission lines. Since the system design focused on protecting the already-isolated Indian Point plant, only the north-south line automatically came back online. The poorly designed control-room displays at Con Edison failed to clearly show this issue to the operator at the time.
The second activation of a transmission line caused Con Edison’s system to lose connection with key generating stations across the Hudson River. As a result, power rerouted through cross-river lines in Newark or upstate New York before heading towards New York City. However, the remaining lines into the city couldn’t handle the extra power without surpassing their long-term capacity limits. As a result of repeated attempts and failures at restarting the systems, much of New York City was plunged into a blackout.
The blackout happened during a severe financial crisis in the city. To make matters worse, residents were already on edge due to the Son of Sam murders. The nation, especially New York City, was enduring a long economic slump, and the event was often compared to the more lighthearted “Where Were You When the Lights Went Out?” vibe of 1965. Some blamed the financial crisis for the chaos, while others pointed to the sweltering July heat wave affecting the East Coast. Additionally, the 1977 blackout occurred after businesses had closed for the day, unlike the 1965 blackout, which took place earlier when many merchants were still at their stores. And the looting in 1977 carried on into the daylight hours of the following day.
Looting and vandalism swept through New York City, affecting 31 neighborhoods. Crown Heights saw 75 stores along a five-block stretch looted and damaged, while Bushwick experienced rampant arson, with about 25 fires still burning the next morning. At one point, two blocks of Broadway in Brooklyn, separating Bushwick from 
Bedford-Stuyvesant, were engulfed in flames. A total of 35 blocks of Broadway were destroyed, with 134 stores looted and 45 of them set on fire. Thieves stole 50 brand new Pontiacs from a Bronx car dealership. In Brooklyn, a gang of kids used cars to pull down store grates before looting. The chaos, later called “The Night of Terror” left 550 police officers injured and led to 4,500 arrests.
Dymaxion began as a brand, rather than a specific item. Born in Massachusetts in 1895, architect, engineer, and philosopher Buckminster Fuller decided to live his life as, in his own words, “an experiment to find what a single individual can contribute to changing the world and benefiting all humanity.” He coined the term “Dymaxion” by blending dynamic, maximum, and ion, and adopted it as his own personal brand. Some of his revolutionary inventions included the geodesic dome, and the Dymaxion house…a lightweight aluminum structure that could be shipped by air and assembled on-site. He also came up with the first three-wheeled, multi-directional Dymaxion car.
Fuller first sketched the Dymaxion car in 1927 and originally called it “4D transport.” The vehicle was a mix of aircraft and automobile, because it featured inflatable wings, and wheels, of course. Five years later, Fuller 
asked sculptor Isamu Noguchi to create new sketches, resulting in a teardrop-shaped design with a rear third wheel that lifted off the ground and a tail fin. Fuller began production in March 1933 at a former Locomobile factory in Bridgeport, Connecticut. The first model debuted on July 12, 1933, which was also Fuller’s 38th birthday. It had a steel chassis, an ash wood body covered in aluminum, and a painted canvas roof. The car could reach speeds of 120 miles per hour and averaged 28 miles per gallon.
Fuller sold the car-airplane hybrid to Gulf Oil, and the Dymaxion car went on display at the Century of Progress exposition in Chicago. Unfortunately, that October, the professional driver Francis Turner was killed after the Dymaxion car turned over during a demonstration. While an investigation cleared Dymaxion of responsibility, investors were spooked and became scarce. Despite the enthusiasm of the press and of celebrities such as the novelist HG Wells and the painter Diego Rivera, no one would step up and sponsor the vehicle.
The Dymaxion, along with the Nazi-built KdF-wagen…the forerunner to the Volkswagen Beetle, was one of several innovative, rear-engined cars developed in the 1930s. Though it was never mass-produced, the Dymaxion contributed to the acceptance of streamlined passenger cars like the 1936 Lincoln Zephyr. In 2008, the only surviving Dymaxion was showcased in an exhibit of Fuller’s work at the Whitney Museum of American 
Art in New York City. A New York Times article about the exhibit highlighted Fuller’s own view of the Dymaxion: “I knew everyone would call it a car,” he told literary critic Hugh Kenner in the 1960s, but to him, it was actually “the land-taxiing phase of a wingless, twin orientable jet stilts flying device.” I think it’s sad that fear demolished the possibilities of that unique vehicle.
