That said, I have two really awesome dragon kites, each with a wing span longer than my short self is tall. Trips to North Carolina’s Outer Banks provided so much joyous success I purchased a second after my first started unraveling at the edges. Sadly, we haven’t returned in over a decade due to various circumstances.
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| Courtesy of this Amazon.com seller; I could not find one of my flying images... |
While our fickle Southwest Ohio winds aren’t often conducive to kite flying, seeing flags flying strong decided me to take my old ragged beauty out. I won’t bore you with all the (painstakingly edited) details of my failed adventure. lol Suffice it to say I forgot my two trusty kite reels had both been broken; the higher tech one actually dropped ball bearings from its rigging while I was out.
Meanwhile, thinking of this title made me want to hear “No Woman No Cry” by Bob Marley and the Wailers. Listening to their greatest hits album that night made me miss the Outer Banks even more. At least back then, reggae played a large role in the laidback beach culture. I do intend to return someday, somehow.
Have you ever flown a kite? Do you believe the legend that Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity by attaching a metal key to a kite string?
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