I am Amelia Earhart. That is to say, I am Amelia Earhart. And I want to get out of here. One of the main reasons for this is that Im not insane. In fact, Im not even exceptionally neurotic. Iam simply Amelia Earhart and I want to get the hell out.Well go on, check the records if you like. Its all down there Im not lying. July second, 1937.Thats the day I crashed. Right out there on the lawn. Look, my planes still there. Well, true,theyve turned it into a playground for lost children, true its not the plane it used to be. Thevaliant, gallant plane it used to be. But still, that shouldnt matter. The shape of it should be enough.Well if you dont believe me, go ask Fred Noonan. Go ask my trusted friend and navigator,Frederick the Great Noonan.
