Yesterday I watched as a father helped his son launch and fly a kite. You don’t see that as often these days. It brought back lots of memories, first from childhood, and then as a father myself. Kites were a big deal to me when I was young. My friends and I had lots of fun flying them, but even more fun building them. We built bat kites out of black trash bags and dowels. We built exotic kites out of rattan and tissue paper that I stole o...
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