My one and only parachute jump was done for a radio story. I had a
cassette recorder strapped to my chest with a microphone attached to the
It happened over Sylacauga, Alabama in the late 70's.
Yes that is me
attached to that parachute, about to land...many hundreds of yards away
from the landing zone. I escaped without any broken bones, though the bottom of one foot was black and blue.
(BTW: we had to edit out my first words.)