Helicopter crashes in our house!

I gave my grandson Taylor a remote-controlled helicopter for Christmas. Recalling the pathetic battery-controlled toy cars of my youth, I was impressed by this sleek and impressive little machine.

It really flies. It climbed to the top of a three-story atrium. The "pilot" uses something like a game console to control its flight. It goes up, down and sideways with impressive accuracy. To save the weight of batteries, it has a tiny engine you can charge.

Here he is demonstrating the clever little machine. All went splendidly until the final moments of the flight--when something, perhaps caused by terrorists on board--caused it to make a sudden dive for that portion of the male anotomy one least desires to be the target of a helicopter attack.

Taylor suspects the crash may have been caused by pilot error. Click on my photos to enlarge. 2.jpg3.jpg4.jpg5.jpg

Roger Ebert

Roger Ebert was the film critic of the Chicago Sun-Times from 1967 until his death in 2013. In 1975, he won the Pulitzer Prize for distinguished criticism.

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