Refuelingstrictly editorial

November 27, 2006

If I had a dime for every misplaced modifier and dangling participial phrase, we'd all be in clover. This does, in its way, entertain.

Knocking on the cockpit door, the flight engineer responded to the president’s gesture for silence. Thinking the flight steward arrived with his order for coffee, the senior pilot busily checked instrumentation, snapping “where’s that coffee airman?” Turning to George, who had peeked in, “would you mind getting the colonel some coffee,” brought the officer’s head quickly around as he provided a red-faced apology. With a co-pilot’s right seat view, Victoria took a mental break, chatting while observing the refueling of the remaining Raptors now a safe distance away.

Sigh

Perfectly sensible money ($4000) if I could only finish.