usually said john mcgee, totally insane policies for the last 10 years. all right, you're very good until then to you as always. then i back and member of the alternative for jim when the policy and for my i'm the, the you to pay and policies. i think that it's, i mind once again, we are so sorry to hear what's going on in germany. now. my pleasure, bye 50 as he out of the news. i was the last he has refused to put a long agreement that was allowed russia and gas supply as a pos for you. clean to the you know, the deal with x, y into his coffee office supplies all the commodity. wichita falls is used to heat, hardly was in the winter season. now, one of the most offensive countries. so back here of last out, a key of decision. so, with the, with the lensky came up with proposals that seem upset to me, for example, that he would only agree if we wouldn't pay until the end of the war. i think it would. what fool would give us gas for the free body? who bugging them? dropping maybe if you had a guy who's actually driving his dress like he could ultimately du

>> that was from a poem by john gillespie mcgee jr. a -- an air force flier in world war ii. in 1938, i think in training. he was very eager to get into the war, and he got in early. i think joining canadian forces, and he was eager to get into the war, and he died in an airplane crash, but before that, he wrote a beautiful poem about the joy of flying called "high flight." how did i know it? two things happened that day the challenger blew up. i thought of that poem when i saw the repeated waving good-bye of the astronauts. there was a tape, remember, that we kept playing that day. we didn't have that much tape, but a dreadful disaster had just happened, and then we kept showing the astronauts waving good-bye before they got on the capsule early that morning. that wave good-bye made me think of "high flight" which i learned in the public schools in a poetry class in seventh grade in massapequa, long island. i thought of it and i knew something. i absolutely knew ronald reagan knew that poem. i didn't really know it, but i just felt he