The law of natural consequences extended even to this remote spot on the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman had warned everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa astronomy club about wearing approved viewing glasses during the eclipse. Only Ozwald, the gemologist, received the full brunt of the diamond ring when he donned his jewelers loupe to appraise the cut, color, clarity and carat.
Ozwald, Flying Ace
Ozwald told the story over and over again as long as someone else was buying the drinks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “I was returning from a secret night time sortie and as I was about to land I spotted incoming tracers. There, off my starboard wing, was The Blue Max, camouflaged as a Northwestern Crow. Jumping gee-hosa-fat, there was nothing else to do but clear my guns and roll into a classic aerial combat mode. Last I saw, he was trailing smoke.”
The venerable sage remained mute. He had his own “war stories”.
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