Puppy Love
I heard it shortly before it appeared; suddenly, a small yellow airplane dipped from the clouds and glided slowly down onto the flat hayfield. This wasn’t the first time he’d landed there; just last week he’d flown in with pontoons on his plane and had gently set it down on the Wisconsin River, which ran beside our farm near Tomahawk, Wis.
Lenard Dolund was a young pilot, just back from World War II, who just happened to have a crush on my older sister. But for some reason, Colleen had no interest in her persistent suitor.