The Memory Keepers of Sky Harbor

Theo and Miles walked through the tall grass toward the old airplane graveyard. The afternoon sun painted golden stripes across the weathered metal wings. 'Why do you think they brought all these planes here?' Theo wondered aloud, his philosophical mind already spinning with questions. Miles adjusted his captain's hat and studied the organized rows. 'There must be a logical pattern,' he said, pulling out his small notebook to sketch what he saw.