…for a Windride. Day started out clear but increasingly hazy in the afternoon. Southeast wind, so smoke blowing back from Pittsburg?

Above, my favorite Tom Swift book. The books were intended to make kids like science and engineering. Successful, pretty much. But adverbs were over used, hence the Swiftly puns.

"We have no oranges," Tom said fruitlessly.

"I'm a lot taller than I was yesterday," said Tom gruesomely.

"I only have diamonds, clubs and spades," said Tom heartlessly.

"Don't you know my name?" asked Tom swiftly.