Ticker Tape Parades

As Colonel Cooper’s car rolled into view, a sudden, strong gust of wind rushed in through the window carrying bits of ticker tape fragments into the office. With seemingly little concern for his safety, Fernandez exited the open window. Casually, he continued out into the void. Once fully extended, only his thighs and stomach muscles were supporting his suspended upper body. Knobby and I kept shouting at Fernandez to make sure he wasn’t losing altitude. Increasingly concerned, we tried to reassure ourselves that his belt and pants would hold.