
Let’s go fly a Kite
I’m going to fly again this year. Mentally, physically, emotionally, and purposefully. And you can too. When I was younger, I loved going to the beach and flying kites over Lake Michigan. I flew the classic (cheap) wood-framed paper diamonds. They were about $1.50 and came with 100 feet of cotton string. I’d often splurge on a few extra feet of string; if you’re going to fly, fly high. The wind has always been hungry for kites. It blows from the West across the beach pushing