[ August 10, 1972 ]

August 10, 1972

Sorry I didn't right yesterday. I was busy helping my dad with the balloon. Not much happened though. Today we were almost blown off coarse due to the strong winds in Michigan. If fact I almost fell out of the gondola. Be back another day.


September 9, 1972

I fell like crap. I've got a fever and we're running out of food. My father even said there's a tornado in a different part of Michigan, right near my house. I'm not focused on that though. More on this trip. Yea this was a short entry, bot I don't have that much ink left in my pen.

Sep. 30, 1972

I only abbreviated the month because I found another pen in the back. Today we hit that storm. We're still in it and We're getting blown around and the my father thinks the balloon is going to get a rip in it. Wham! God! Ouch, I hit the side and my rib got a terrible pain. RIP!! Oh God!!! AAAAAA!.....

December 21, 1972

I'm back now. This isn't me writing this it's my father. I saying the words and he's writing them down. I have broken almost all my bones and can't move. If you want it shorter, I'm parallelized. (crying) This may be the last time I write, because the doctors said I might not make it to see the light of day again.

December 31, 1972

Well this is Layla's dad at the moment. Layla has passed away. She made me write a note to her friend Ruth.
Remember I did all this dare-devil stunts for you. I love you like a friend. IF I don't make it, my locket is yours.
-Layla

1960-1972