broad shoulders of a slumped giant. It climaxes in a massive hanging ship they call a shuttle, but because of its titanic size, should only be called a ship. Maybe I shouldn’t use the word “Titanic” since I’m getting ready to get on board… Anyhow, its engines are already humming on the triple beam track above.

And what’s on the other side of the mighty arch?

Absolutely nothing.

The entire thing rests on the edge of a steep cliff with nothing more than sand and air behind it. And of course they call the station “the Stairway to Heaven." Modest, they are not.

I say a fond farewell to several of the folks who have been so kind to us. Rita, who shared everything she owns with me, gives us one last hug and makes me promise to keep in touch...

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