Elton suddenly froze in his steps and a smile eclipsed the torment etched on his face. A familiar sight lay straight ahead, swaying gently in the breeze. He saw a hot air balloon in the shape of a blue tuna fish, with glasses and a red bow tie. Val’s Flying Tuna beckoned him forward. It still looked the same as when he first saw it as a child. He still thought that it was the coolest looking special shaped balloon of the Fiesta. He hesitated, I wonder if he’ll remember me? He saw Val's crew busy helping to keep her secured to the ground. He walked past a crewman holding the crown line. It was nice and taut, keeping the balloon steady. Val, the pilot, was in the wicker basket barking out commands, running through his check list. Elton disobeyed the rules, and walked to the basket hoping the smile on his face would mask the anxiety, and fear that swirled in his gut.
The man looked up from his clipboard. "Somebody get this guy away from here!” he hollered.
"Val you remember me don’t you? My father Preston Mozingo was on your crew a long time ago”.
"Mozingo," he said. "Damn! Elton?"
"Yes sir Val," Elton said as he extended his hand again with a ray of hope on his face. The men shook hands.
“Keep that crown line tight,” Val hollered waving an approaching crewman away.
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