A couple of weeks before completing this issue of
The Edge, my sister, Michelle, and I spent a glorious couple of hours
viewing the Outer Banks by air. Sharing the open front cockpit of a 1941 Waco
biplane, we flew from Manteo to Duck and out over the ocean, spotting pods of
dolphins below and laughing wildly; we soared over Jockeys Ridge and
waved at people flying kites; we followed the coasts sandy beaches and we
passed over marsh grass and gill nets in the sound; and we circled the Wright
Brothers National Memorial twice.
"I didnt realize it until we circled the
monument the second time; we wouldnt be doing this if it werent for
those two brothers," Michelle said, emotionally. "I thanked them."
Consider all that has transpired in the century since
Wilbur and Orville first flew, and then try to imagine the suspense, the
exhilaration, the sense of wonderment that must have enveloped this island on
December 17, 1903. This was a feat for which people had been waiting
news of the Wright brothers success was cabled round the world in
only 12 minutes. It was the birth of a new era.
In this 100-year anniversary of mans first
lets take a good, long look at the
words that grace the Wright Memorial
unconquerable faith. These are words to embrace and apply to
all that we hold dear. We are so fortunate to be here, celebrating the
centennial of flight and aspiring to life without limits.
On behalf of all
of us at Outer Banks Press,
Wilbur and Orville Wright.
Linda L. Lauby,
(Photo by Gayle Tiller)