Tomorrow is the one hundredth anniversary of the first powered flight by humans. Every workday for some while, in my commute I cross under the paths of giant airliners coming in to land at LAX. I wonder what a Wright brother would say if he were sitting in my passenger seat, as we watched a 747 cruise in over the freeway towards its landing, still some miles distant. They seem to move so slowly when seen from afar.

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