Remembering the DC-10: A Pilot’s Perspective
Airline pilots live and die by their “number,” or seniority number, that is.
Airline pilots live and die by their “number,” or seniority number, that is.
I’ve always known that someday I’d own a Cub. Wherever I’d see one, I’d make an effort to look her over and speak with her owner.
It’s three o’clock in the morning, Central Daylight Time. Our shuttle bus bounces deliberately along the airport roadway, navigating a seemingly endless labyrinth of heavy machinery.
I gazed listlessly out the side of my airplane, impatiently rubbernecking like an interstate road tripper caught in a long summer traffic jam.
“United 1 Heavy, contact departure!” Banking gracefully left, the mighty Boeing 777 climbed skyward, roaring out the bedroom door into the great beyond.