Grant’s perspective:

TWO WEEKS LATER

The crank-crank-crank of cold steel vibrating in my palm ticks just loud enough to subtly disrupt the largo baroque swimming around the hangar. A little alone time in which I can keep my mind and hands occupied has always been the best form of therapy. I love the soothing wave of good music mixed with the smell of oil and grease. That mingled with the more satisfying combination of solitude and the natural feel of a tool in my ...