I
took my time machine back to 1903 for the Wright Brothers' first flight.
My time machine appeared in the path of their moving plane. They
stopped and got out. They were curious of my time machine.
I invited
them in and then took them back to today. I dropped them off in
downtown Chicago and ditched them.
I came home feeling great with the
assurance that I would never again have to take a flight with shaky
turbulence like the one from Tucson last week.
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