Decades have elapsed since “the old guys” taught me to fly formation. To me, they were the eyes of age, although I’m sure that present-day me is much older than they were then. I had emerged from medical school, paid down some debt, and as I had been since childhood was smitten with aviation.
Voracious reading had always been my habit. Continue reading →
Life around a tanker base, early in the season, is fairly predictable. Morning briefing, a walk for some exercise, a cup of coffee. The view of scenery is one that would make tourist bureaus from the midwest jealous. However, the most urgent matter of the morning is planning lunch. The debate starts at breakfast….. Continue reading →
The phone rang. A familiar voice crackled in my ear. “We need you here on Sunday.” I knew it wouldn’t be long before I heard from him. It was that time of year. Continue reading →
He smiled at me. Had that award-winning grin. Fate had given him a charm intended to propel him through life at warp speed, with doors opening, opportunities materializing, women swooning, and things in general going his way. He really was cute, all “6 years old of him.”
I’ve had a run of cute little kids lately. I thought I had gotten over my addiction to pediatric anesthesiology, but it has started to become evident that I haven’t.
On those days where the air is like liquid gold….smooth, silky, not a bump anywhere; where the temperatures are cool enough that having to keep a hawk-like watch on the engine monitor isn’t required, but it’s not so cold that shivering is a constant companion….
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It had been ten long days. Ten days of getting up, showing up at briefing, pre-flighting the plane…..and sitting. Ten days of walking the ramp, watching the jack rabbits chase the cottontails. Ten days of counting quail. (I’ll bet you didn’t know California quail would post a “guard”…one quail will alight on a fence, or atop a bush…and sound the alarm if someone comes close). Ten days of Continue reading →
Life on the road leads to some interesting changes. You have to make do with certain things….coffee that’s not exactly how you want it, packing everything you have with you every morning (because you never know where you’ll be sleeping that night), meals from unlikely sources (years as a bachelor give you great latitude in expectations), and…..haircuts….. Continue reading →
