King Of The Hill

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"Six years ago,

on the morning of May 20, 1927,

I was fast asleep

when my bedside phone began to ring.

I looked at my alarm clock.

It was almost five.

I knew there was only one person

in the whole worid

who would call at such an hour.

And when I picked up the phone,

I knew I was right.

'Hello,' I said. There was

quite a bit of noise on the line.

'Aaron, Charles Lindbergh here.

I'm calling from

Roosevelt Field on Long Island.

We're doing engine tests.'

'That's OK', I said.

'What can I do for you? '

'Well', he said,

'remember that flight

across the Atlantic? '

I told him I remembered.

He'd been telling me

and made me swear to keep it a secret.

'Here's the situation', Slim said.

'The fact is I'll be shoving off

in a few hours, around ten to eight.

I wanted to ask you about food.'

'Food? ' I said.

'Yes', he replied. 'I anticipate

the flight to take about 34 hours,

and I wanted your opinion

on what kind of food to bring.'

'Well', I said, 'you can't

go wrong with a cheese sandwich.

And don't forget the mustard.'

He laughed.

'I knew I could count on you.

I'll cable you from Paris.'

'Good luck', I told him,

and hung up the phone.

Like everyone else, I listened

to the radio for news about his flight.

I wasn't worried about his safety.

I knew he had

a special lifeboat behind his seat,

in case of emergency.

But when the Spirit of St Louis landed

in Paris, 331/2 hours after take-off,

I yelled so loud the windows shook.

Two days later, I received a telegram.

It said, 'Sorry to disturb your sleep,

but it was good to hear your voice.

Take it from your good friend, Chaz,

the cheese I chewed was choice."'

The end.

Thank you, Aaron.

That was... very inventive.

My mother was the maid of honour

at Lindbergh's wedding.

Really?

Our last report for the day

will be read by Billy Thompson.

The American hero he's chosen

is John D Rockefeller.

"I chose John D Rockefeller

as my American hero

because, although he's one

of the richest men in the worid,

he has never forgotten

his humble beginnings.

That's why he

gives generously to charity,

and hands out dimes

to the poor unfortunates

he encounters on the streets."

- Hello, Aaron.

- Hi, Mr Sandoz.

Sullivan.

Sullivan.

Everyday it's something.

No wonder you got caught.

Taking a kid's dessert.

I told you a thousand times,

take food from fat kids,

and you never take a kid's dessert.

A kid leaves his lunch untouched

and just eat the dessert.

- I know.

- Did you get sent to Mr Stillwater?

- Yeah.

- You didn't tell him where we live?

No. He had his hands clamped on

to the back of my neck like a vulture.

- I couldn't talk.

- Good.

- Hey, look. Big Butt Burns.

- Hurry up! Get out of the street.

Pow, pow, pow!

Hey, hey, hey! Hold it there,

you, come on! Let's go!

Move it along!

Hey, lady, get out of the street.

Come on, buddy. Come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- When are you gonna teach me marbles?

- I keep telling ya.

All the important stuff can't be taught.

You just have to learn.

- Who knows important stuff?

- Dad.

Lester. Who taught him? Nobody.

- But I want to be as good as you.

- Look...

Pick two.

Not that one.

Not that one.

Definitely not that one.

Well, which ones can I have?

Here.

- Start practicing.

- But you get the good ones.

Want me to take 'em?

- No.

- Stop complaining. Come on.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Took your father up a while ago.

He's reading some letter.

Was it from a company?

He's expecting a letter from a watch

company. There's big money in watches.

Now how would I know who it was from?

Was it typed or written by hand?

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