One day in my English class, someone said that Todd was in a plane crash and nearly dead. In the middle of the night, Todd and a friend snuck into Martin Field, a small airport in College Place. Apparently, thinking that he had seen enough of his father flying and perhaps, having worked controls under his supervision, he thought he could fly to California. Todd took what I had heard was a brand new airplane and with his buddy, had started the engine and had begun to take off. How he would navigate the plane to it's proposed destination was probably not considered. Nor was the fact that he would probably face police and an angry father.
Apparently the plane hit a tree, crashed and burst into flames. The two boys were rescued and were sent to the Shriner's Hospital in Spokane to recover from burns.
Todd would die from his injuries, the other boy, I would later hear, would survive. It was the first time a schoolmate would die and it was a very devastating experience.
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