Dear MD-88 Simulator,
Our eleven year love-hate relationship has finally come to an end. Our July meeting will probably be our last. Network Planning has decided the MD-88s and MD-90s are no longer welcome in the Big Apple after the first of the year. Yes, I could follow the jets to Atlanta; but I'm really just a city-boy at heart---and we both know our relationship was only temporary. But eleven years is a long time! Six thousand one hundred and seventeen hours of scheduled service works out (as best as I can recollect) to fourteen recurrent training cycles---one hundred and twelve hours, give or take. How many V-One Cuts, I wonder; how many single engine go-arounds? Before I join the Foreign Legion I want to say thank you for helping me perfect my craft---and I forgive you for that time two years ago when your oxygen mask microphone switch malfunctioned during the smoke and fire drill.
Tellement Vieux Ami
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