I told many of the kids at The Stair that my father Ken Hoffmann could fly! When they asked how, I said that he had brought a magic carpet back from India from one of his sailing adventures with the Ben Line and got his mother, Nana Hoffmann, to turn it into a pair of shorts. When they asked me to prove it I said he was out for a flight (!) just now, but could I show them a photo instead?
|Ken Hoffmann 'flying'!|
|Ken Hoffmann on far right.|
Postscript: I'm discovering, like novelists that despite the author's best efforts to paint the characters in a certain way that they end up taking on a life of their own-Ken's coming across as too much of a character!