Locke Perkins Biography
Head in the Clouds
It began when I was about 8 years old, with as simple slip of my mother’s tongue. I was asking her questions about my father, a workaholic-lawyer whom I barely knew.
In response to one of my questions, she said “Your father flew a Piper Cub.” She omitted the word “in.”
I was stunned. I had only a vague idea of what a Piper Cub was beyond “airplane,” and an airplane was a mysterious noisy something in the sky which I could see but not examine. But dad was now my hero: he could fly an airplane.