When The Con Is On-Enough Said -A Rebuttal To “When Those Daring Young Men In Their Flying Machines-In Honor Of Icarus’s Progeny- With Cary Grant And Jean Arthur’s “Only Angels Have Wings” (1939) In Mind”

When The Con Is On-Enough Said -A Rebuttal To “When Those Daring Young Men In Their Flying Machines-In Honor Of Icarus’s Progeny- With Cary Grant And Jean Arthur’s “Only Angels Have Wings” (1939) In Mind”  

By Will Bradley

Sometimes you have to bust a balloon. That is the case today after having recently finished reading my colleague Lance Lawrence’s fairy tale Those Daring Young Men In Their Flying Machines-In Honor Of Icarus’s Progeny- With Cary Grant And Jean Arthur’s “Only Angels Have Wings” (1939) In Mind published September 21, 2018. In that piece Lance told a tale as told to him by a rum-dum, a guy named Billy Bartlett who claimed to have known a guy named Johnny Cielo, the greatest early aviator who could have been king the hill if he had the smarts of the Wright Brothers and the overweening desire of Howard Hughes. (A guy who had many aliases according to Billy although he didn’t remember many and he was not sure that Johnny Cielo was the guy’s real name which in any case I was not able to track down as a name having anything to do with aviation, airplanes, who knows if he every even had been on a plane, had bought an airline ticket.)

When I confronted Lance at the water cooler and asked him point blank whether he had checked sources he blanched and said no, he had taken the guy’s word for it. This lack of investigation strange as it may seem is not all that unusual in today’s 24/7/365 news craziness, not unusual in the profession at all. When I told Johnny that at that point I had found no record of this Johnny Cielo doing anything like what this rum-dum Billy said he challenged me to find out what was what. I accepted and here is the real story behind whatever this Johnny Cielo was about.  

The reason I was not able to get an accounting for Johnny Cielo is because this was not his real name either but tracing back from the Barranca airline episode with Letts Fagan’s grandson who is still running the family business down there his real name, the name on the contract which his grandfather kept was John Avian. According to what this grandson, Avery, said his grandfather had told him when he was a kid about how tough things were back when he had started out in Barranca and it was like the American Wild West, crazy with con men, grifters and desperadoes of all types. At some point Lett’s told Avery about Johnny, about how Johnny had stiffed him (the old man’s term) on the airline deal, the mail and supplies deal which would have been very lucrative, would have pull everybody on easy street if Johnny could have kept his cock in his pants, if he had had an honest bone in his body.         

Avery was kind of sketchy, as his grandfather had been to him, about how Johnny set down in Barranca except nobody who could fly and had anything going for them was not hanging around a then small- time banana republic. Nowhere. Lett’s had mentioned that Johnny had claimed all sorts of stuff including having a shot at the ground floor of Allegheny Airlines which would have put him on easy street. On the basis of those whiskey-sodden conversations they struck up a deal. And Johnny did pretty well for a while, until his luck changed and he started losing guys going over the hump, the Condor Pass and he didn’t have the nerve to go up and over himself (couldn’t check this basic act of cowardice out with Avery further but it has the ring of truth given later events) The long and short of it was when the contract looked like a dead duck Johnny blew town without as much as by your leave. Leaving Letts with no dough and nothing but a bunch of broken-down World War I-type airplanes.  

When I asked him about the Billy-fed stuff about Johnny bringing down Rita Hayworth Avery laughed. Johnny, he guessed thought his was, and maybe he was, a lady’s man, claimed all kinds of bigtime conquests. Letts told him when he was a teenager that Johnny had brought down a redhead looker when he hit town. Apparently he had tried to brush her off in America but she was determined for her own reasons to get out of the States. Name: Rita Hayworth. This around the time the real Rita had gone underground before hitting the sheets with the Aga Khan so Johnny played everybody with this Rita Hayworth gag. Avery said his grandfather said she was a looker, real good-looking but the only Rita, real Rita Johnny had was probably his old pin-up in his locker at the airbase, or strip of land called an airbase for lack of a better term, really just a dug-out dirt patch.

As for the “Rita” Johnny brought down she was some tramp he met in New Orleans and couldn’t shake. When Johnny went bust on the Barranca contract and split she was left as usual with Johnny when he went bust high and dry. Letts told Avery when he was an adult he let her use his backroom for taking care of some customers, gave great blow jobs, which meant at least that part of the whole Rita story was right before she skipped town without paying the old man his percentage (and whatever he was taking in trade).     

That leaves only Johnny’s heroic, heroic in some left-wing circles, exploits serving as supply sergeant to Fidel and the hombres. And of course his fateful deep blue sea splash. That Colonel Fiero who supposedly hired Johnny for hard cash was actually a double agent for the cocaine cartel who wanted to use Cuba as a base of operations for opening up their drug transits to hit the United States hard from ninety miles away. All bullshit. The last time anybody saw Johnny was when he was walking out of Jack’s in Key West with a good-looking redhead named Rita, that same Rita who stiffed Letts and Johnny had previously left high and dry so that part of the legend of a subsequent going under the sheets with “Rita Hayworth” was true, taking her, according to FAA records when they investigated the crash, along with him on his regular flight between Key West and Naples-Florida providing air service between those two points. Oh yes, the name they had listed on the flight plans was John Blade. So maybe the son of a bitch is still holed up somewhere with that luscious red-head. Lance don’t believe word one from rum-dums I learned that long ago but learned quickly to duck when they came my way.