It was those that I often wondered what they looked like from the other side. I wondered no longer after my first flight above the clouds on my way to Italy in 1966. I remember it today as if it was yesterday, the Matterhorn, towering up through a white cotton carpet.That history book had come alive and I kept turning those pages for two years. From standing under the balcony of Romeo and Juliet to the Grand Canal in Venice. Learning to ski with the Italian Alpini and evacuating century old manuscripts and books from the flooding Arno River in Florence. Eating a real pizza straight out of a stone oven, my first taste of Grappa and Sambucca.
That first cloud ride was just the beginning for this eighteen year old. Little did I know that the next ride I took wasn't to be a pleasent one.
