Hig survived the flu that killed everyone he knows. His wife is gone, his friends are dead, he lives in the hangar of a small abandoned airport with his dog, his only neighbor a gun-toting misanthrope. In his 1956 Cessna, Hig flies the perimeter of the airfield or sneaks off to the mountains to fish and pretend that things are the way they used to be.This book had a rather lackluster beginning but became interesting the more I read. The movie version of the book has been released this year which I will not go see. I recommend the book!But when a random transmission somehow beams through his radio, the voice ignites a hope deep inside him that a better life–something like his old life–exists beyond the airport. Risking everything, he flies past his point of no return–not enough fuel to get him home–following the trail of the static-broken voice on the radio. But what he encounters and what he must face–in the people he meets, and in himself–is both better and worse than anything he could have hoped for. — Book promo @ goodreads.com
There was no rain in the forecast this morning and when I got up I could see the moon and some stars. So we went for a walk. The only weather to report is the temperature, it was 43°F when I got up, I didn’t check for the low but it was probably slightly less than that.
