I's born on a small
moon righ' outside Houston, in the Texas System. 'Em were
peaceful days growin' up. Daddy was a freight-runner but Momma
didn' like it none, Guess, it be his bein' way from home fur-far
too long, made her mighty upset.
Member the first
time my Daddy ever did take me on one of these here freighter
ships. I was'a wide-eyed ragged little whimper weasel; wasn't
thinkin' seriously bout nothin'. So, I's surprised when Daddy
took a turn off the trade lane and set the cruise engin's on
high. Didn't kno' where we'r off to.
Soon we had gone
out way back, past the Junker's debris' field, found some old
gate rings there in Pequena Nergra all set in'a row.Man, I bout
jumped' high as a jack rabbit when Daddy asked me if I wanted to
give it a go!
I's jus' a litter
fella sittin' proud in the captn' chair. Sittin's high's could in
his chair, I could barely switch the thrusters and power the
throttle at'da same time. I'd checks the right rear thruster and
the whole ship'd be driftin to the right.Gittin' jittery I'd fire
the left thursters bit too much and my Daddy said I's
over-correctin'. I's as happy as farmhouse mouse flyin' that
Know, I made it
thru every ring that day and didn't hit a one.Oh, I got pertty
close alright. I's almost hit one of them little Starflyers
comin' back the other way.Man, I must'a givin' that guy a scare,
he 'bout wet his pants! Seein' a big old Clydesdale freighter
barrelin' down on him.
I loved my Daddy's
old work-horse, first freighter I'd ever flew. Yeah, I's got a
bunch of them ol' mem'res 'bout that ol' ship. Spent allot'a good
days runnin' scrap outta Beaumont Base. Daddy never got rich
movin' metal, but there's always nuf work to make a decent livn'
and provide for my Momma and me.
I's nearly to the
Pittsburgh's dockin' gate and I's got set up'a landing sequence
right 'bout now. So, gonna sign-off for while. Once I get on my
way 'gain I might right little 'bout my Momma.I sure do miss
Lonnigan, and I fly Rino's for livin'.