Word: wind
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...intern, so I was privileged to see the fabled Dr.'s black bag in action. The driver who caused the accident was in the worst shape, suffering from a broken pelvis, internal bleeding and unbelievable pain. We were in a little draw, a canyon that served as a wind tunnel, and he, driving a pickup-trailer rig, was doing about 70 when the trailer was caught in a cross breeze and began to fishtail. After the trailer had totaled the side of one car coming at it, the whole rig rammed a camper, flipped and ejected the two riders...
Still, most try to get back on the track. Two and a half years after her crash, Sandy Purl has gone back to work as a flight attendant with Republic Airlines. "Maybe it won't work and I'll wind up working at McDonald's," she says. "I'm hurt I'm sad. But I'm putting my puzzle together, and I will go forward...
...flourescent sign marks the upper side of a green trailor that rusts on four rotting tires: "The Taunton Sport Parachuting Center." An empty field of uncut grass stretches out from the trailor and road, stopping before a band of trees and marsh. No planes, no parachutes, no jumpers. The wind twists dust and leaves in a lonely, aimless swirl...
...plane rumbles down the runway, lifts and spirals over the center, the lakes, the large clumps and bands of trees and the long strings of high tension wires. The master standing at the door of the plane, straddles my legs, smiles and shouts over the din of the wind and machinery. "I'm hooking you up now." He attaches the beginner's 12 foot parachute line to the static line, the string of lines that supposedly will open the parachute, secured to the plane. I glance out the window, raise myself up to get a glimpse of the earth straight...
...door whips open. The jump master leans out the door, the wind kneads his face, ripples slowly run from the base of his nose to the bottom of his chin. He smiles, a grotesque smile with the wind flapping his lips at a palpitating rate, the setting sun giving them an orange-red glow. "Step out," he says. I move one hand out the door but it is forced back inside by the wind. I try again, grasping onto the wing strut. I force my feet out on the step, the first and last step, pivot, face forward and raise...