As some of you may know, my grandfather moved in with my parents as he was recently diagnosed with stage four bone cancer. He shared with my father that he's always wanted to fly in a glider (something that would scare the bejeesus out of me.) My father (an architect) just so happens to be doing a project for Michael Simmons, a man who frequently goes up and flies gliders. He offered to take Papa up flying on Sunday so we made it a family affair. So the whole family all headed down to Bermuda High Soaring and watched a 90-year-old man do something the majority of us are scared to do, get towed a mile into the air, and fly around in a plane with no engine.