WHAT THE MIGHTY DUCKS KNOW THAT WE DON'T

WHAT THE MIGHTY DUCKS KNOW THAT WE DON'T

By Jessica BreazealeMost evenings, you can find me outside, chair tilted back, eyes on the sky. It's my place of peace — the one part of the day where nothing is asking anything of me. And almost every evening, around the same time, the same thing happens: a line of what looks like ducks flies overhead in a perfect V.Every single time, without fail, my brain does the same thing — it flashes straight back to childhood, to The Mighty Ducks, Emilio…