Pissing Into the Wind
When I saw Clyde’s face walking around the corner towards me, I knew it was going to be one of those days littered with continual odd bumps of difficulty. He... read more
Hold Short Coyote
We taxi slowly on our way to 17R, completing checklists, listening to the regular radio chatter. I see a flash of gray to my right. Loping along, the coyote appears embarrassed.... read more
Fog
Over There. Pop 280
When you are going to lose your vacuum pump in a small aircraft, occasionally the gods will grant you a warning. This could resemble the sound of a chainsaw cutting... read more
She knew a bad storm was coming in three hours. This gave little time for coffee so she skipped the terminal completely and headed to her plane. Orange plastic snakes appeared then vanished... read more
Sitting on the lid of the toilet I check the bars of my phone and dial his number. This is the usual spot, less static on the line and the only place in... read more
“He gets airsick” she chirps, handing over his duffle and walking away. I show him how to work the seatbelt, put him where I can see him, and then hand him an airsickness... read more
