Free Fall from 10,000 Ft.

The sporting goods store in Chicago fired Quinn after three months; not only was he uninterested in fishing and rock climbing but he hung around listening to his iPod and paid no attention to the customers. Quinn’s best friend Winston had dropped out of college downstate to live in a trailer and work on an assembly line. They hadn’t seen each other in months when Winston phoned. “I have two words for you, Quinn: sky diving.” Having joined an aviation club, he whistled. “You gotta try it.” “I do?” “This rich guy Dowling will lend me his C-182 since I...