A bit before I showed up unceremoniously in '64, screaming for attention and throwing in a jaundice for effect, my dad had served as a paratrooper in the French army and landed in...

The new paraglider is beautiful, a cheerful mix of orange, lime and white. Yes, that matters. With a wingspan of forty-one feet, the glider only weighs a bit over eleven...

Circumstances and life unfitting, it has been years since I flew my paraglider regularly. Oddly enough, it was my time in Little Cayman almost two decades ago that best...