tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375082579052565602024-03-05T06:42:43.505-05:00Jellystone Air ParkStories from around the hangar and tall tales from over thirty years in the flying business.NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-76328388980455741952023-02-19T17:10:00.001-05:002023-02-19T19:24:34.003-05:00“Do You Think That’s Funny, Son?”Eastern Airlines, 1987, Atlanta, Georgia
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<br />Captain Johnny Gillespie sat down in the left seat of our Boeing 727, shook his head, and started laughing. After a few moments he turned to me and First Officer Larry LaVern, and said: "The Chief Pilot just gave me two free positive space passes." I said: "That's great, Boss! What did you do to earn those?" Still chuckling, he said: "I got an attaboy letter! Some old lady sent a note to Eastern. She wrote that Captain John Gillespie recited a poem about High Flight over the PA, and it was wonderful! Apparently I'm the only Captain Gillespie at Eastern Airlines. The higher-ups loved the old lady's letter—now I have two free positive space passes." Larry asked: "What poem did you recite?" With a giant grin, Johnny replied: "Never in my life have I recited a poem over the PA. All I can think is someone must have recited the poem, High Flight, over the PA, said it was by John Gillespie Magee; and all the lady heard was John Gillespie. But it was wonderful!"
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<br />Eastern Airlines, January 1989, Atlanta, Georgia
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<br />Our flight to LAX has just lifted off from Runway 26 Left. After observing a positive rate of climb on his VSI, the first officer states: "Positive rate." The (very senior) Airbus A300 captain replies: "Gear up." After the first officer places the landing gear switch to the up position, I check my flight engineer panel to make sure all is well with the green hydraulic system as the landing gear retracts. Out of the corner of my eye I see the captain grasp the PA microphone that is mounted on the aft left corner of the pedestal. It was a well rehearsed move—decisive. At 400 feet AGL he keys the mic: "Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds." "John Gillespie Magee." I couldn't help myself; I started laughing. . . He gave me the stare—the blood chilling; you've really stepped in it this time; good luck in your next career stare. (The old timers know what I'm talking about.) After a moment he said: "Do you think that's funny, Son?" After composing myself, I replied: "I'm not laughing at you personally, Boss, but I flew with a 727 captain a couple of years ago that I'm pretty sure got your free positive space passes!"NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-84282792976408636562020-04-20T15:03:00.000-04:002020-04-21T15:57:45.943-04:00BB&C Flying Service, Part One<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It was September <b>1989</b>. Wayne Broome was working in Conway, South Carolina, fourteen nautical miles inland from Myrtle Beach on South Carolina's Grand Strand. As Hurricane Hugo approached the southeast coast Wayne moved his 1947 Taylorcraft BC-12D seventy-one nautical miles northwest to the Richmond County Airport in Rockingham, North Carolina, safely out of harm's way---or so he thought. Hugo made landfall slightly north of Charleston, South Carolina as a Category 4 hurricane with winds gusting up to 160 mph. The storm tracked to the northwest and was still a Category 1 hurricane when it passed seventy miles west of Rockingham. Unfortunately, seventy miles was too close. Gusty winds caused a Cessna Cardinal to break free from a tie-down and smack Wayne's pride and joy on the right wingtip, breaking the aileron and cracking both wing spars. Heartbroken, Wayne disassembled the airplane and placed it in a storage unit, hoping to make repairs as soon as possible.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. </i>John Lennon<br />
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Wayne's Taylorcraft first entered the Jellystoners' zone of consciousness in <b>2006 </b>when Wayne and Brother Baker were paired together at Freedom Airlines. You can learn a lot about a person when you sit beside him (or her) six to nine hours a day, three or more days a week, flying a monthly schedule. After one leg you know if your flying partner is a true aviator, or someone just collecting a paycheck flying airplanes. You can see where this is heading; Wayne and Brother Baker got along famously! While swapping life stories Wayne described how his little yellow T-Craft came together with a Cessna Cardinal in the Big Blow of 89---and how for seventeen years he was hoping to make repairs as soon as possible, but life kept getting in the way. . .<br />
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In <b>2010</b> the Brother Baker asked Wayne if he would consider selling N5113M. The Taylorcraft seemed like a <i>reasonably simple</i> first project for the restoration department at Jellystone Air Park. Wayne said, "No." Then he commissioned a drawing depicting a Hawkins & Powers C-54, his dog Spot, and the Taylorcraft. Maybe the drawing would be the spark to get the fire burning. . .<br />
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Eight years later we gave it another try. This time Wayne said, "Yes."<br />
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Remember the wisecrack about the old hound dog chasing an automobile? What's he going to do when he finally catches the car? The Jellystoners had just offered to purchase, sight unseen, a seventy-one year old tube and fabric airplane that had not seen the light of day in twenty-nine years. . . <br />
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Brother Barbeau was out of town; so with flashlight and Maule fabric tester in hand, Brother Baker and I met Wayne in Rockingham, North Carolina on a hot day in June of <b>2018</b>. N5113M was everything Wayne said it would be, and more. It was a complete airplane, all of the parts were in one place. The fuselage tubing was corrosion free, even the tail post---a nice surprise, because this is a known problem with tube and fabric airplanes that sit for long periods. Wayne's attention to detail---preserving the engine; storing the airplane in a level attitude; keeping metal parts off the floor---was our good fortune. Even the circa 1973 fabric tested OK, except for the big hole in the right wingtip. Another surprise: Seaplane doors! The 337 Form in the logbook is beautiful, and the doors are works of art---but as far as we can tell, One Three Mike has never been on floats. <br />
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N5113M in the storage unit in Rockingham, North Carolina, twenty-nine years after Hurricane Hugo.<br />
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The mighty Continental 65---only 150 hours (after a complete overhaul) when Wayne preserved the engine for storage.<br />
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No corrosion!<br />
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No electrical system.<br />
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The recovery team: Bob Cottom, Joe Baker, Pop Cottom, Gary Barbeau, and Wayne Broome.<br />
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On the road to Jellystone Air Park.<br />
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<b><i>Stay tuned, our adventure is just beginning!</i></b>NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-42608994823679328512020-03-28T15:13:00.001-04:002020-03-28T15:57:01.855-04:00The French Foreign Legion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A little over three years ago I bumped into an old friend in the crew lounge at LaGuardia. His name is Don Miller, and we have similar backgrounds: Both civilian trained, former Eastern Airlines pilots; thankful to have survived the "angry times" that permeated the airline industry during the 1980s and 1990s. Don is a couple of years senior to me at Big D, and like the Exotic Guy (UAL Captain Duncan Flett) is a second generation airline pilot. His father, Lee, was the senior Atlanta based 727 captain at Eastern Airlines when we were new hires in 1985---and possibly the nicest gentlemen I have ever shared a cockpit with. It's not surprising that Don inherited his father's disposition. I always enjoy our chance encounters.</div>
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This particular meeting took place shortly after Big D had announced it's plan to retire the "Maddog" fleet. All of the one hundred and ten MD-88s, and most of the sixty-five MD-90s, would be retired by 2020. Cincinnati was closing immediately; New York by the end of the first quarter in 2018; Minneapolis and Atlanta would follow. Don was flying the Maddog out of Atlanta. I asked what his plans were with regards to the draw down. He said, "I'm going to the ER. (Boeing 757/767) I'll be on reserve; but I live in the area, so it's not a big deal. I got the award on the last advance entitlement." When he asked about my plans, I said, "I've been trying to decide what to do for quite a while. Five years ago I would have said the ER. Now I don't want to commute to reserve. I liked flying the 737, but it's extremely noisy on the flight deck. I'm seriously considering the A320. Everyone says it's a nice retirement airplane." As we were parting Don said something that I haven't been able to put out of my mind. He said, "I turn sixty next month. In the old days I would be retiring; but instead I'm going to school on the ER. It's not how I imagined it would all shake out."<br />
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I was dreading making the call. For years I harassed the EG about flying a sissy French airplane---now I was considering joining the French Foreign Legion! Like Don, I was looking at going back to school at age sixty. The Airbus A320 was the first transport category airplane designed as a <i>fly through computer</i> aircraft---totally different from anything I had ever flown before. The EG was the most experienced A320 pilot I knew. Before I signed on the dotted line I wanted to know if he thought an old Maddog pilot could learn new tricks. Another concern: Did Captain Flett resent being called a sissy for the last fifteen years? It was time to take my (well deserved) lumps.<br />
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I won't lie to you. Captain Flett was amused! He was also very reassuring. Exactly what you would expect from an experienced, senior line check airman. Towards the end of our conversation he said, "I think you will really enjoy flying the airplane---you are going to love the tray table!" For those that are unfamiliar, the A320 has a side stick controller; as opposed to a control yoke on the MD-88, and other conventionally designed airplanes. Tray tables are located in storage compartments below each pilot's instrument panel. Squeezing a lever on the bottom of the panel allows the table to extend into position. Squeeze the lever again and the table retracts back into the panel. Operation is completely manual. (Allowing the table to slam shut is a serious faux pas.) Airbus pilots are always talking about the tray table. I used to think it was because they couldn't think of anything better to say about the airplane. Boeing 757 pilots will expound for hours about the performance of their sweet handling machine. My friend, Rick Maury, has this to say about the A320, and it's fly through computer system: "It's a good airplane. It will make a weak pilot look good. It will make a strong pilot look good." There you have it---everything is good.<br />
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But the flight deck is great! My hat is off to the team that designed the cockpit. It really is a nice working environment. The seats are comfortable, there is plenty of room, and the EFIS displays are well thought out. The air-conditioning system is fantastic. I flew the MD-88 for eleven years; I know what I'm talking about! After two years, and twelve hundred hours, I think I know why the Airbus folks only talk about the tray table. I think they worry that if everyone knew what they knew, everyone would want what they have, and some of those folks might be senior to them. It really is that nice. <br />
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In the fall of 2017 a group of airline pilot-aviation enthusiasts (not all airline pilots are) from North and South Carolina banded together to form a Gentleman's Flying Club headquartered at Rock Hill-York County Airport in upstate South Carolina. The primary objective of the newly formed KUZA Flyers, LLC, was to secure a nice late model "easy to fly" American Champion Citabria. But not just any Citabria. The Gentlemen Flyers were looking for an airplane that would immediately put a smile on your face when you open the hangar door. An airplane that would remind you why you got in to the flying business in the first place. . .<br />
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In January 2018 the KUZA Flyers were the first to respond to a listing, on Barnstormers, for a 1999 160 hp 7GCAA Adventure, located in Petaluma, California, that had less than 700 hours on the airframe. The owner, who took delivery at the factory, was the only pilot to ever fly the airplane. Only two mechanics had ever worked on the airplane. It was a cream puff; and stunning! In short order the KUZA Flyers were the proud new owners of N489AC. We call her Red Bird.
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Red Bird departed Petaluma, California on February 25th and arrived at her new home in Rock Hill, South Carolina on March 3rd. Rick Maury flew her to Arizona, Ken Nelson brought her home. Since that time the Gentlemen Flyers have added ADSB and put over 100 hours on the airplane. We could not be happier.
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A special thanks to Bill Mork of Petaluma, California for providing such a nice flying machine.<br />
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The KUZA Flyers: Bob, Nick, Rick, Paul, Steve, Ken, Louis, & Sherman (not pictured.)<br />
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Jellystone Air Park neighbor, Rick Maury, dropped his RV-7 off at the paint shop on October 2nd; he picked it up December 11th. Now it looks as good as it flies! Here are a few pictures from my first viewing.<br />
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Rick said the original plan was to have a checkerboard rudder---but at the Triple Tree Fly-In last summer twenty-nine out of thirty RVs had checkerboard somethings. . .<br />
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How many times have you heard that question? Probably more than you care to remember. Especially if you've served penance in a FBO pilot lounge just about anywhere. Finding something to eat at a big city airport is usually not a problem. In fact, the old Butler Aviation operation at Washington National Airport had a cafeteria right inside the lobby. And most FBOs have a courtesy car available---which is great, as long as there's a restaurant close by (that's open.) Out in boondocks it's an entirely different ballgame, even if they do have a full service FBO. After regular business hours, anywhere---forget it.</div>
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I remember sitting on the ramp in Elizabeth City, North Carolina one hot summer evening early in my career. The FBO was closed. Our passengers were out raising funds for a now defunct religious organization that was headquartered in Charlotte, North Carolina. The only food anywhere close to the airport was the catering tray on <i>our</i> airplane - fruit, cheese, and apple danish squares that our customers ignored on the flight over. Five hours in to our three hour layover, my boss said: "Robert, I'm hungry. Open the tray!" Who was I to disagree with the Director of Flight Operations? Later, when the head fundraiser asked about the catering tray, I said: "That stuff turns to mush when it sits out in the heat. We had to toss it" But I did not say where. </div>
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The Baker family gets plenty of coverage here at <i>Jellystone Air Park</i>. Friends<i> </i>may remember a post from September 2012 titled, <a href="https://jellystoneairpark.blogspot.com/2012/09/life-comes-full-circle-for-brother-baker.html" target="_blank">Life Comes Full Circle For Brother Baker</a>. It was a brief photo essay centered around Brother Baker's grandfather, Ray Baker, and the FBO/Aeronca dealership he operated at Detroit City Airport in the 1930s and 1940s. It was a follow-up to <a href="https://jellystoneairpark.blogspot.com/2012/09/brother-bakers-ferry-service.html" target="_blank">Brother Baker's Ferry Service</a>, a post about helping Joe deliver an Aeronca L-16 from Alexander City, Alabama to Durham, North Carolina that same month. This is a follow-up to both of those stories, and once again, about Ray.<br />
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Grandpa Ray was a jack-of-all-trades during aviation's golden age. Owner, manager, pilot, mechanic, flight instructor, and aircraft salesman were just a few of the hats he had to wear while operating the Aeronca dealership at Detroit City Airport. I suspect he pumped gas too. That was before World War II. During the conflict he was Wing Commander of the Michigan Wing of the Civil Air Patrol. After the war he put the hats back on and peddled Cessnas and Stinsons to the good people of Detroit. Yes, Ray Baker was a busy guy. But wait, there's more! He was also a restaurateur---across the street the from the FBO, at <b>Baker's City Airport Restaurant</b>, where patrons were asked: </div>
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<b><i>Ray Baker, Pilot & Chef </i></b></div>
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What follows is a who's who in aviation (and entertainment) during the 30s and 40s. . . </div>
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Renowned B-25 pilot, Medal of Honor recipient, and oh so much more. . . Interesting side note: Eighteen years ago, while commuting to work, I had the pleasure to sit beside a retired Air Force Colonel who was on the board of directors of the National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Air Force in Savannah, Georgia. The gentleman appeared to be in his mid to late eighties. We chatted about pilot stuff for most of the flight. Knowing that Doolittle was in charge of the Eighth Air Force at the time of the Normandy Landings, I asked if he had known the man. He said: "I guess after Lindbergh, General Doolittle was the most gifted pilot I have ever known." I was flabbergasted! "You knew them both?" He reflected for a moment (I imagine thinking back many years) and said: "I knew them both."<br />
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World War I flying ace, Medal of Honor recipient, racing car driver, and longtime leader of Eastern Airlines.<br />
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Air Racing Legend and the only pilot to win the Thompson Trophy three times. <i>"Mr. Turner . . . How would your lion like his steak cooked?" </i>The<b> Alabama Flash </b>was Birmingham, Alabama native, Ben Chapman, who batted .302 over 15 years in the Big Leagues. Chapman played for the New York Yankees from 1930 to 1936. He managed the Philadelphia Phillies from 1945 to 1948.<br />
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First pilot to fly solo around the world. Also discovered the jet stream. His Lockheed Vega "<i style="font-weight: bold;">Winnie Mae</i>" is on display at the National Air and Space Museum in Washington, D.C. Post, along with American humorist Will Rogers, died in a crash near Point Barrow, Alaska on August 15, 1935.<br />
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In 1938 Douglas Corrigan departed Floyd Bennett Field in Brooklyn, New York for Long Beach, California, but due to a "navigational error," landed in Ireland. Below Corrigan's signature is boxer, <b>James "Cinderella Man" Braddock</b>.<br />
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Allan and Malcolm Lockheed (Loughead) founded the Alco Hydro-Aeroplane Company in 1913. Today it is known as Lockheed Martin.<br />
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First female airline pilot in the United States. Hired by Greensburg, Pennsylvania based Central Airlines in 1934. She was forced to resign by the all-male pilots union. That had to suck!</div>
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Hollywood stunt pilot. Winner of the 1927 Oakland-Honolulu Dole Air Race (shared with his navigator USN Lt. William V. Davis, Jr.) in the Travel Air <b><i>Woolaroc</i></b><i>.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John T. Daniels & Adam D. Etheridge</td></tr>
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Members of the Kill Devil Hills (North Carolina) Lifesaving Station. Daniels was responsible for capturing one of the most reproduced images of the twentieth century. <b>William Tate</b> was the postmaster at Kitty Hawk. It was his reply, along with weather station chief, John Dosher, to Wilbur Wright's inquiry about wind conditions on the Outer Banks in 1900, that sealed the deal for the Wright Brothers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">December 17, 1903. Photo by John T. Daniels</td></tr>
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Aircraft designer and founder of the Stout Metal Airplane Company. (Sold to the Ford Motor Company in 1924.) His redesigned Stout 3-AT was the forerunner of the Ford Tri-Motor.<br />
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Hughes was a huge (yuc yuc) success in the aviation and entertainment industries. Livingstone was Jack Benny's wife.<br />
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LaVerne, Maxene, & Patty. Their hit, <i style="font-weight: bold;">Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, </i>is ranked Number Six on the Recording Industry Association of America list of Songs of the Century.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Andy Devine</td></tr>
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Character actor best known for his work with Roy Rogers.<br />
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Weissmuller won five Olympic gold medals (swimming) during the 1920s. You may remember him as the original <b>Tarzan</b>. Mexican actress, Lupe Velez, was Weissmuller's second wife.<br />
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<b><i>First the bad news: Time flies. Now the good news: I'm the pilot!</i></b></div>
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On October 9th I celebrated my twenty year anniversary as a pilot with Delta Air Lines. Four days earlier, on October 5th, I surpassed 20,000 flight hours! So what does twenty thousand hours look like? In my case it looks like forty-one small crew logs of various colors, shapes, and sizes, compiled into six master logbooks. A complete record of my life's work since the mid 1970s---all of which (except for the five in the picture above) are stored in a safe deposit box in a bank vault close to our home in Charlotte, North Carolina.<br />
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Many airline pilots stop keeping a logbook the day they get hired. That could have been me; but a plethora of rapid-fire job losses early in my career forced me to keep my logbook up to date. The late 1980s/early 1990s were challenging times in the flying business. The airlines were just learning how to cope with deregulation when the first gulf war came along. I was an Airbus A-300 flight engineer at Pan American World Airways when Saddam Hussein's Iraqi Republican Guard overran Kuwait in August 1990. When the US-led coalition forces retaliated in January 1991 international airline passenger traffic died. Pan Am, already weakened, would not survive the year. I was furloughed on October 28, 1991. Operations at the <i>World's Most Experienced Airline </i>ceased on December 4, 1991. Interestingly enough, I heard about the shutdown while interviewing for a corporate pilot position with a banking firm in Atlanta, Georgia. The chief pilot conducting the interview remarked: "I'm reluctant to hire furloughed airline pilots because they usually get recalled. But I heard on the radio this morning that Pan Am just shut down, so I guess that won't apply to you." I still didn't get the job.<br />
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In 1993 <i>FLYING </i>Magazine published an article chronicling the life aviator-author Ernest K. Gann. Among the illustrations that accompanied the story was a photograph of a logbook entry made when Gann was an American Airlines pilot serving with the Air Transport Command during World War II. The photograph was captivating---an elegant description of a simple flight segment that only Ernest K. Gann could pen. I remember thinking, <i>Now that's a logbook entry! </i>Since then I have tried my best to record my entries with similar grace and style---or at least the same spirit, I'm no Ernie Gann.<br />
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Having a camera handy helps too! I've carried one since day one. In the early days it was an Agfa Instamatic. When I was a senior in college I bought a 35mm NIKON FE2. It was a fantastic piece of equipment, and an essential part of my flight kit throughout the 1980s and 1990s. It was replaced by a small digital point and shoot---and has since been replaced by an iPhone. All six master logbooks are stuffed to the gills with photographs, and other "stuff" collected during the adventure.<br />
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<b>Dates:</b><br />
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First Solo: June 13, 1975.<br />
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Private: August 6, 1980.<br />
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Instrument & Commercial: August 18, 1982.<br />
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Multi-engine: January 23, 1983.<br />
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CE-500 Type Rating (Cessna Citation): July 26, 1984.<br />
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ATP: August 16, 1985.<br />
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Flight Engineer, Turbojet: January 7, 1986. (Eastern Airlines)<br />
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DC-9 Type Rating: May 10, 1993. (Private Jet Expeditions)<br />
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Boeing 737 Type Rating: December 15, 1997. (Delta Air Lines)<br />
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Boeing 757/767 Type Rating: November 10, 2004. (Delta Air Lines)<br />
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Tailwheel Endorsement: October 23, 2009.<br />
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<b>Numbers:</b><br />
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Total: 20,023.1<br />
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Single Engine: 768.3<br />
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Multi-engine: 19,254.8<br />
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PIC: 8,450.8<br />
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SIC: 7,885.4<br />
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FE: 3,686.9<br />
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Instrument: Actual: 755.5<br />
Simulated (Hood): 55.2<br />
Simulator: 608.2<br />
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Instructor/Line Check Airman: 1,135.0<br />
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Tailwheel: 243.1<br />
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<b>"Stuff" Between The Pages:</b><br />
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<b><br /></b>At NCNB Corporation (now Bank of America) it was standard operating procedure for the co-pilot to go back and check on the passengers after we were level at cruising altitude. The King Air 200 had a fully stocked bar, and occasionally someone would ask for a drink. On one occasion when I was the co-pilot, we had renowned musician, and big band leader, Benny Goodman, on a flight from New York City to Charlotte, North Carolina. When I asked Mr. Goodman if he needed anything, he glanced at his watch, smiled, and said: "I believe it is after noon. May I have a Bloody Mary?" I smiled too, and replied: "Absolutely! And if it's up to snuff, may I have your autograph?" <br />
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Proof that no eardrums were damaged. . . Barograph from Eastern Airlines Flight 571, Atlanta to Orlando, April 16, 1986. (A gift from the jump seat rider who just happened to be a competition sailplane pilot.) Pilots are judged by one thing: Landings. Flight engineers are judged by three things: Keeping the fuel balanced; keeping the landing gear warning horn silent; and how well they manage the pressurization system. The Boeing 727-100 had a manually controlled pneumatic pressurization system that required a certain degree of finesse to operate. This was a good day.<br />
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Rainbow walk around in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. March 16, 2012.<br />
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Chasing the sunset near Jackson, Mississippi. Flight 1911, ATL-DFW, March 23, 2012.<br />
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Pond Branch Airfield Flour Bomb Contest, April 21, 2012.<br />
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With <i style="font-weight: bold;">The Great Barbeau </i>. . . Rutherford County, North Carolina to Rock Hill, South Carolina, August 24, 2013.<br />
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Boatload of ice! Flight 2413, ORD-MSP, November 10, 2014.<br />
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Numbers Five and Six.<br />
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<b>20K! October 5, 2017</b></div>
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20,000.2 hours! With my friend, and flying buddy of 34 years, Gary "The Great Barbeau." On the grass at York, South Carolina. The Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand is in the background.<br />
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The Bush-N-Vine.<br />
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My Twenty Thousand Hours Award!<br />
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20K Time Machine. . .<br />
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<br />NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-50720083640847055912017-10-03T16:01:00.000-04:002017-10-03T16:10:16.866-04:00So Long Old Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear MD-88 Simulator,<br />
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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.<br />
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Tellement Vieux AmiNSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-17969327185224462672017-08-08T21:59:00.000-04:002017-08-09T08:39:56.654-04:00Oshkosh 2017: Seaplanes & More<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I started making plans to attend AirVenture 2017 shortly after my July work schedule was posted on June 15th. I know what you're thinking. Good luck finding a place to stay on short notice. Normally I would agree; but I had an ace in the hole! My good friend, Bob Blythe---high school football teammate, college roommate, and fellow Piper Tomahawk pilot (we both passed our private pilot check rides in Tomahawks)---lives in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, only one hour and twenty minutes (via land yacht) southeast of Oshkosh. The first thing I did was check to see if Bob was going to be in town. He said: "I'm in town all week, bring your friends and stay with me." The next thing I did was ask Brother Barbeau if he would like to tag along---we would non-rev on the airline to Milwaukee on Monday, the first day of the fly-in, the loads looked good. He said: "Absolutely!" Quick and simple plans are the best. Of course they never really are that simple.</div>
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They fell apart Sunday evening; well, earlier in the weekend, actually. Brother Barbeau's regular NASCAR King Air trip out of Charlotte, North Carolina morphed into a NASCAR Citation trip out of Greensboro, North Carolina. The race was in Indianapolis, Indiana. Scheduled arrival time back in Greensboro was 2300. That was if his guy didn't win. Winners tend to hang around the track longer because of interviews---and all the other stuff that goes along with having a good day at the races. The two hour drive back to Charlotte would have Brother Barbeau home at 0100 Monday morning. Our flight to Milwaukee, by way of Detroit, Michigan was scheduled to depart at 0600. Brother Barbeau was going to need a nap somewhere along the way. </div>
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A relaxing ride around the mooring lagoon in an eleven passenger pontoon boat. . . So relaxing I forgot to grab my bag of swag when I disembarked. My T-shirts got another ride around the lagoon---it only stands to reason, a seaplane rating is in my future.</div>
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The start of the airshow Wednesday afternoon. I'm not a giant airshow fan---please, no hate mail! I don't dislike them per se; I just feel like if you've seen one, you've seen them all---but (there's always a but) with that being said, the airshows at AirVenture are really top notch!<br />
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In the mid 90s I worked with a guy that had a T-shirt with the slogan <b>WILL FLY FOR FOOD </b>printed on the front of the shirt. It was a humorous reference to the aviation enthusiast penchant for spending $90 in avgas searching for a $10 hamburger. The outfit we were flying for was a little charter airline headquartered in Atlanta, Georgia called Private Jet Expeditions. "Pee Jay" (our ATC call sign) operated 727s and MD-83s to vacation destinations in the Caribbean and Mexico. It was my third airline, after Eastern and Pan Am. Jim, the guy with the T-shirt, was a former Continental Airlines pilot. We were all ex someplace; slowly working our way down the airline food chain. The irony of Jim's T-shirt did not go unnoticed. Flying for food was pretty much what we were doing.</div>
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Twenty-four years (and four uniforms) later the airlines are making money, and I'm back at the top of the food chain. The future looks bright, and for that I am thankful. As for Jim's shirt; it's still out there. I see <b>WILL FLY FOR FOOD</b> T-shirts for sale at every fly-in and airshow I attend. I'm reluctant to buy one. The reality of the slogan hits too close to home. I am, however, more than willing to fork out $90 in avgas searching for a $10 hamburger, or a $20 pork plate. </div>
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Triple Tree Aerodrome held their annual Fabric and Tailwheel Luncheon on Saturday, June 10th. A $20 pre purchased ticket opened the hangar door to a slice of pork loin that was easily the best I have ever tasted. What else can I say? The weather was perfect! EAA Chapter 961 was well represented with seven airplanes in attendance. Behold, the pictures!</div>
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N558, Jellystone Air Park's very own Pontiac Red and Sun Valley Ivory Hatz CB-1 Biplane. The second airplane to depart the Rock Hill-York County Airport, the third (of our gaggle) to arrive at Triple Tree Aerodrome. I was solo for this outing, Brother Barbeau was in Pocono, Pennsylvania, working his weekend NASCAR King Air trip.</div>
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<b><i>"End of the spring and here she comes back, Fly Fly Fly Fly there. . ."</i></b><br />
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<b>My apologies to Sly & The Family Stone.</b><br />
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Springtime in the Carolinas is usually pretty nice. <b>Not this year</b>. Regular ground bound folks in the area may disagree---but they weren't trying to fly light weight airplanes in the windy (and bumpy) conditions that prevailed for most of April and May. Sure, a couple of days were nice, but I was out of town. The old adage, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, was delayed a couple of months. When the winds died down at the end of May the <b>Jellystoners hit the trail. . .</b><br />
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<b>Who wants ice cream?</b><br />
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Who doesn't? The really good stuff is yours for the asking at the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand in York, South Carolina, just ten nautical miles northwest of Jellystone Air Park. The Jellystoners are regulars throughout the summer. Our first visit of the season was on May 31, 2017.<br />
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Strawberry-vanilla swirl made with fresh Bush-N-Vine strawberries. Brother Barbeau and I got there first, we couldn't wait. Thirty seconds before this picture was taken Brother Baker called and said he was ten minutes out.<br />
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We sat on the front porch until we heard the roar of Four Three Bravo's mighty Continental 85. . .<br />
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There he is!<br />
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Doesn't that look nice!<br />
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Transit Aircraft Parking at the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand.<br />
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The Great Barbeau!<br />
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While Brother Barbeau was "Commanding the Sky" I was able to enjoy the scenery and take a few pictures. <br />
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<b>Reunion at Unity Airfield.</b><br />
<b><br /></b>The next adventure began the following morning with a trip to see our good friend, Les Kanna, at Unity Airfield, twenty-one miles southeast of Jellystone Air Park.<br />
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Brother Barbeau was out of town so I bummed a ride with Brother Baker in Four Three Bravo.<br />
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Joe got a ride in Les' Grumman.<br />
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While Les and Joe were out and about Unity resident Ed Lee stopped by in his Corvair powered Sonex. <br />
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A short while later John Roberts was overhead in his award winning Skyote Biplane.<br />
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This airplane is stunning! You may have heard about it. . .<br />
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It's been in all the magazines.<br />
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Brother Baker got to fly it back in the fall. You can just see the top of his head in this picture by aviation photographer, Jay Selman.<br />
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Here's John with his masterpiece (and the well deserved Bronze Lindy from AirVenture 2016) back in April at the South Carolina Breakfast Club meeting that was hosted by EAA Chapter 961 at the Rock Hill-York County Airport.</div>
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In my opinion this is the perfect summertime picture. A biplane next to a grass runway on a warm summer day. It doesn't get any better than this! The picture was taken at Les' place last Friday. It was a text message to my wife---so she would know I might me late for dinner. </div>
NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-26460168259502510532017-03-24T18:48:00.000-04:002017-03-27T09:49:09.644-04:00Navigating the Far East . . .<b>. . . at the Baker Aviation Museum.</b><br />
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While snooping around in Brother Baker's hangar earlier today (looking for a 10mm socket) I came across a book of vintage approach plates that, for some unknown reason, was not in a display case. <br />
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Now close your eyes and imagine . . . You are tracking outbound on the 138 degree bearing from Waglan Island NDB, with a thirty-five knot crosswind . . . Typhoon Martha is 100 miles east of Hong Kong . . .<br />
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Too bad the ice cream machine at Wake Island was out of service.<br />
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A few of Brian "Poppa B" Baker's models. Folks he's built more than 1,200, give or take a few hundred, mostly 1/72 scale. <br />
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<br />NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-85014349748791710102017-03-18T09:52:00.000-04:002017-03-18T10:17:45.994-04:00Success<b>[</b><i>suh </i>k-<b>ses]</b><br />
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<b>1. the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors; the accomplishment of one's goals.</b><br />
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<b>2. the attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like.</b><br />
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<b>3. "getting up, and showing up." </b>- <i>Toni Wysong </i><br />
<b><br /></b>Followers of Jellystone Air Park know I like to ask the people I fly with what got them started in the flying business. For many, it was just something they always wanted to do, for others, it was the family business---Grandpa flew in the war; Mom and Dad were pilots; so they became pilots. For more than a few of my colleagues flying was not their first choice of careers. Two gentlemen wanted to be doctors, but medical school, for whatever reason, was not in the cards. One guy wanted desperately to play college football, but a knee injury during his senior year of high school squashed <i>that</i> dream. His "next best" option was an appointment to the United States Naval Academy, and subsequent flight training. <i>That </i>was an interesting conversation. I desperately wanted to attend Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, but got "sidetracked" by a football scholarship at Appalachian State University.<br />
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Landing a flying job is not easy. There are no "pilot apprentice" positions in the US aviation industry. You have to have the certificate before you can apply for the job. And that requires training---and time, and dedication, and nowadays, boatloads of money (taxpayer money if you are fortunate enough to learn to fly in the military.) For women, and other minorities, not knowing the job is open to them <b>too</b> is a major obstacle. But all of that is changing. . .<br />
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<b>Be nice to your co-pilot, one day she may be your chief pilot.</b><br />
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My friend and colleague, Toni Wysong, is a 767 pilot based in Atlanta, Georgia. She is also one of our chief pilots. Before the siren call of the wide-body fleet she was a MD-88 First Officer grinding it out on the New York-Boston-Washington, D. C. shuttle, with yours truly. When I asked if there were other pilots in the family, Tony, who is a very funny lady, said: "My grandfather was a pilot in the Royal Air Force, we are the two black sheep in the family." After I stopped laughing, I asked if she had had been in the RAF too. She said: "No, I started my career as a flight attendant at United Airlines. It's a long story."<br />
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And inspiring! See it all in living color here: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=We6t0gEzp8Y&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">TEDxCentennialParkWomen</a>.<br />
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<b>Then one day, out of the blue. . .</b><br />
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Toni received a letter.<br />
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<br />NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-47705034709162561102017-02-25T09:52:00.000-05:002017-02-25T09:53:59.831-05:00"Movin' On Up!"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Jellystone Air Park neighbors, Forrest Walton and Russ Farris, have decided they need more "giddy-up" in the hangar, and swapped their beautiful 1957 Cessna 172 for a cream puff 1952 Beechcraft C35 Bonanza. Forrest was out of town Thursday so post purchase acceptance flight duties fell to Russ. Luckily the Jellystoners were on hand to document the event. <br />
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Working the wobble-pump. . . (She caught on the second blade!)<br />
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Friday morning it was smiles all around for the new owners! NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-60488067609358525372016-12-23T09:33:00.000-05:002017-03-24T08:52:54.595-04:00It's The Holiday Season<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Is that Andy Williams I hear singing? No, it's the sound of deicing fluid pounding against the fuselage below my sliding window. The left stall vane is covered with ice, as is the rest of the MD-90 after a night of freezing rain in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.<br />
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Flight 1092, the 0715 departure to Atlanta, Georgia was going to be late---by two hours and thirty-seven minutes. It took over an hour for the deicing crew to clean the airplane with Type I deicing fluid. As you can see in the picture, it was really caked on! Applying the final coating of Type IV anti-icing fluid to the wings and tail took exactly four minutes. About an hour and fifteen minutes to make the jet airworthy, after it was all said and done. Of course that was after we made it to the deicing pad. Just leaving the gate was an adventure.<br />
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Twenty minutes before we were scheduled to push back our operations agent called with news that our ramp crew had yet to load any (passenger) bags. The crew was short-handed, and everything was covered with ice. Things were moving slow---when they finished with the Minneapolis flight they would head our way. . . I turned to my first officer, and said: "This is going to take a while." He replied: "Don't I know it, it's really slick out there!"<br />
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Slick it was! During push-back the tug began to fishtail---I could hear the tires spinning through the interphone. For a moment I thought we might be calling it a day, but the driver recovered nicely. It takes a special set of skills to push one hundred and fifty thousand pounds of airplane on an icy ramp! Hats off to the tug driver at Gate 82 at Pittsburgh International airport!<br />
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During my thirty year career I can't remember a single Thanksgiving to New Year's travel season that has not been affected by a winter weather event somewhere in North America. This years challenge in the Northeast came eight days before Christmas. Luckily it was short lived, and there was plenty of time to recover. Three years ago <i>Frosty the Snowman </i>paid a visit to the Deep South on Christmas Eve. <b>A lot of folks were late for dinner at Grandma's house that year. </b> I missed that one, fortunately, but I still have plenty of T-shirts. . .<br />
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Not that it mattered much to our passengers, but we were fortunate our delay came at the start of our duty day. As we were leaving the deicing pad, ground control was directing an Ethiopian Airlines Boeing 777 to a hardstand where it could refuel, following a diversion from Washington's (DC) Dulles International Airport---after an ocean crossing, and a few turns in a holding pattern, I'm sure.<br />
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More like The Winter Wonderland Route!<br />
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<b>HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!</b><br />
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Tree Top Flyer Don Schmotzer's Zenith CH-601XL.</div>
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NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-85166621205738959042016-11-07T18:47:00.000-05:002016-11-22T08:22:46.526-05:0038 SpecialThe combination lock on the baggage compartment of Brother Barbeau's Hatz biplane was having "issues." When it was originally installed the combination was set at 007. That's right, James Bond, a number that is easy to remember---the builder was a pilot, he knew his audience. About a year ago we discovered the three-row combination mechanism had malfunctioned. The latch still worked, but we could not lock the door. It was not a big deal (so we thought) since nothing heavy or valuable is stored in the compartment. Also, there doesn't seem to be a strong aerodynamic force working to pull the door open. We could "kick the can down the road," so to speak, something to address on the next annual inspection---if we remembered. But you can only kick a can so far. . .<br />
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In September the latch failed---in the closed position, fortunately. I discovered the failure when I tried to retrieve the fuel strainer from the baggage compartment after topping-off in Laurens, South Carolina during a lunch outing with some of the guys from EAA Chapter 961. Once again, not a problem. The door was closed and the fuel tank was full. But it could have been a big problem---especially if I had a passenger. The fuel quantity dipstick is stored in the baggage compartment. Like a small regional jet, the Hatz can't carry a full load of fuel when all of the seats are full. It's nice to know how much you weigh; even nicer to know how much fuel you have on board.<br />
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Thursday was designated Baggage Door Lock Repair Day at Jellystone Air Park. Of course Brothers Barbeau and Baker were both out of town---not that it mattered. The Jellystoners were out at the airport the day that (and a lot of other) subjects were covered in college. It was up to me to save the day. Hopefully we could still fly the airplane when the task was completed!<br />
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<b>Remove the lock from the baggage door. </b>This was fairly simple. I drilled out the screws and removed the lock mechanism from the door. Once the door was open I was able to remove the latch from the fuselage.<br />
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<b>Inspect the back side of the lock. </b>Not really sure what I was looking for. I was hoping there would be a lever or a channel of some sort that could be used to release the latch. There was a lever, but it wouldn't move. There were a bunch of holes. I thought if I inserted a small screwdriver in one of the holes while rotating the combination wheel the correct number would be revealed with a noticeable click, clunk, or whatever. That didn't work either.<br />
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<b>Educate myself. </b>There is a YouTube video for everything. If my wife can learn how to construct a quilt by watching YouTube certainly there was someone out there, a <i>Geeky Locksmith Wannabe </i>of some sort, with a video I could use. As Brother Baker likes to say: "One would think." After forty minutes of reviewing everything from using a rubber band to apply pressure to the release lever while rotating the combination wheels, to checking for dust on the numbers, I decided there had to be a better way. . .<br />
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<b>Find a locksmith. </b>My iPhone said there was a locksmith 1.7 miles south of Jellystone Air Park. Maybe those folks could help---and if not, maybe they could help me find a replacement. I circled the parking lot three times; no locksmith. I guess my iPhone didn't get the update the shop was no longer there. The next closest place was eighteen minutes away. I was hungry. <a href="http://www.ouzospizza.com/" target="_blank">Ouzo's Pizza</a>, a Jellystoner favorite, was right around the corner. The mission could wait until after lunch.<br />
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<b>Get lucky!</b> One of the videos suggested starting at 000 and moving forward sequentially 001, 002, 003, etc., until you hit the correct combination; assuming the lock was not broken. While waiting for lunch to be served I decided that since I didn't know if we had a broken lock, or a miss-set combination, I might as well give it a try. I started rolling. . . When I landed on number 038 the lock opened! I couldn't believe my luck! As Brother Barbeau's father-in-law likes to say: <i>"I'll-be-go-to-hell!"</i><br />
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<b>And it still flies. . . Check out the big brain on Bob!</b><br />
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My quest to find old airplanes is a habit that is sometimes hard to explain. I'd like to think it is not an obsession, but my wife thinks otherwise. On more than one occasion I've heard her ask (exclaim is probably a better description) "You planned our vacation around what?" The "what" in question was probably a fly-in of some sort, or an aviation museum, or (in a perfect world) both---it has happened! In the spirit of "full disclosure" I must admit that I sometimes plan my airline layover destinations around vintage aircraft sightings. I guess it <i>is </i>an obsession. <br />
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Back in the spring I had a layover in Grand Rapids, Michigan. While perusing a brochure in the hotel lobby I discovered the Grand Rapids Public Museum, only one block from the hotel, had a 1931 Driggs Skylark Biplane on display. Unfortunately, the discovery came at the end of the layover, too late to visit the museum. I made a mental note to put Grand Rapids on my list of preferred layover destinations. <br />
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The October bid package had a bunch of Grand Rapids layovers. One of them, a seventeen hour layover that blocked in shortly after noon, looked like the perfect trip for viewing the Skylark. I placed my order. . . One week later the trip was mine! Flight 751 from Atlanta, Georgia to Grand Rapids, Michigan touched down at 1636 GMT October 6, 2016. It was time to feed the obsession.<br />
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When the guy at the museum help desk asked if there was anything specific I wanted to see, I said: "I'm here to see the airplane." My statement was met with a puzzled look. "I read in a brochure there is a Driggs Skylark Biplane on display." The guy said: "Yes, normally, but that area of the museum has been under construction. I believe the airplane is still in storage." And so it was.<br />
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The Driggs Aircraft Company of Lansing, Michigan produced twenty-one Skylark Biplanes between 1929 and 1931. Like many companies, it was a victim of the Great Depression.<br />
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The 96 horsepower Cirrus Hi-Drive aircraft engine.</div>
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. . . and I bought a post card. <br />
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For more about the Driggs Skylark (and the fascinating history behind it's Cirrus Hi-Drive engine) check out H. G. Frautschy's article in the October 1993 issue of <a href="http://members.eaavintage.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/VA-Vol-21-No-10-Oct-1993.pdf">Vintage Airplane Magazine</a>.NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-17214468300837479352016-10-02T20:40:00.000-04:002016-10-02T20:40:53.486-04:002016 Fall Vintage Fly-In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brethren! We had great weather for this year's Fall Vintage Fly-In at Woodward Field in Camden, South Carolina. Dad and I were on the grounds Saturday. Here are a few pictures:<br />
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Our chariot: Brother Bakers' 1947 Luscombe 8A.<br />
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The Candler Field Express from Williamson, Georgia.<br />
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Douglas' finest!<br />
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1938 Waco ECG-8.<br />
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Pop checking out a Bakeng Deuce. I was familiar with the name but this is the first example I've seen in person.<br />
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1942 Interstate S1-A Cadet.<br />
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1947 Stinson 108-3.<br />
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Eddie Price drove over from Pond Branch Airfield.<br />
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He took our picture . . .<br />
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I took hers.NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-29507677786804247832016-09-27T13:33:00.000-04:002016-09-27T19:18:41.500-04:00Oshkosh 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<i><b>A goal without a plan is just a wish. </b>- Antoine de Saint-Exupery</i></div>
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Plans to attend AirVenture 2016 were hatched last fall when our good friend "<a href="http://jellystoneairpark.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2011-12-31T21:00:00-08:00&updated-max=2012-03-26T23:31:00-04:00&max-results=50&start=42&by-date=false" target="_blank">DC-6 Brad Wigren</a>" volunteered to be the point man for securing accommodations at the annual EAA convention. Regular visitors to <i>Jellystone Air Park </i>may recall that Brothers Barbeau and Wigren were aviation cadets at Western Michigan University shortly before the end of the last century. Brad flies the 757 (and 767) for Big D and is based in Detroit. Occasionally one of the big Boeings will overnight in Charlotte. This was one of those times, and as luck would have it, Brad was the Skipper. The Jellystoners met for breakfast. On the drive back to Brad's hotel important subjects were discussed. . . It was decided we would attend AirVenture 2016! Brad would research lodgings; I would bid for vacation during the fly-in; and Brother Barbeau <i>hoped</i> to be retired from the UPS Store business, and planned on doing whatever, whenever---including attending AirVenture the last week of July.</div>
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A few weeks later, a call from Brad: "We have rooms at the Days Inn in Kaukauna, Wisconsin, it's a thirty minute drive to Oshkosh." I love when a plan comes together! In December I bid for (and was awarded) vacation during the fly-in. My part was done; all I had to do was tell my bride. I was sure it would not be too hard of a sell; she has always enjoyed the Oshkosh experience. I also had a sneaking suspicion she would prefer to visit with Brad's wife, Deb, while the guys attended the fly-in. <br />
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<i><b>Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. - </b>John Lennon</i><br />
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Shortly after the first of the year Brother Barbeau announced he had a buyer for his UPS Store. The transaction would close in the spring, he would soon be retired. The stars had aligned; the Jellystoners were heading to Oshkosh! What could go wrong? For Brad and I, nothing. For Brother Barbeau, however, it was a different story. Even with a motivated buyer, it took until June to close the deal on the store. And then there was the after sale stuff that had to be dealt with. Who knew that retirement would be so busy? Three weeks before our AirVenture adventure was set to begin, Brother Barbeau had to cancel. Undaunted, Brad and I vowed to carry on.<br />
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Scheduled dates for this year's fly-in were Monday July 25th through Sunday July 31st. Our hotel reservations in Kaukana were for Thursday through Sunday---giving us two days at the fly-in, Friday and Saturday. With Brother Barbeau out of the picture our crew was set at five: Brad, his son, Jack, myself, and a couple of Brad's flying buddies, Gregg Hammer, and Ed Harkrader. Nancy would visit with Deb while the guys were in Wisconsin---my suspicion all along.<br />
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Deb and Brad live in Middlebury, Indiana, a picturesque little town the heart of Amish farm country roughly half way between Chicago and Detroit. Nancy and I made the drive from Charlotte in just under eleven hours Wednesday. Thursday morning Brad and I set out for Wisconsin---with a stop in Chicago to pick up Ed who flew in from Miami. The three of us had lunch at the Harley-Davidson Museum in Milwaukee. Young Jack had to work half a day Thursday, so Gregg retrieved Jack on the drive from his home in Toledo, Ohio. Our entourage arrived at the Days Inn in Kaukauna in time for dinner. Piece of cake!<br />
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EAA founder Paul Poberezny said on more than one occasion that when people first come to Oshkosh, "they come for the airplanes. When they come back, they come for the people." I would add that they also come for the stories. Not just from guys like Bob Hoover and Bud Anderson---but from the kit manufacturers, and the homebuilders, and the vintage aircraft owners, and the warbird operators, and the airshow performers, and the parts suppliers, and the thousands of other aviation enthusiasts that gather each summer at AirVenture. They all have stories to tell. The best story from this years fly-in occurred in the early 1980s. Like most stories it began much earlier.<br />
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Brad's father, also named Jack, learned to fly during the latter stages of World War II. Like most of his generation, primary flight training was accomplished in the Boeing Stearman. Multi-engine training was conducted in the Cessna AT-17 Bobcat, also known as the "Bamboo Bomber" because it's wings were constructed mainly from wood. Prior to being deployed overseas---as an Aircraft Commander on the B-17---the Army Air Force shipped him off to B-29 school, where he trained as a First Officer. The war in Europe was winding down, B-17 pilots were no longer needed. Brad said: "Dad was thankful to be a co-pilot on the B-29. With training time cut to a minimum, he didn't feel he had the experience to be the guy in charge of a B-17."<br />
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Fast forward almost forty years. It's 1982 and Brad and his father are attending the EAA Convention. The CAF B-29 Superfortress "FIFI" is on display. Brad remembers: "Tours were available for something like ten dollars per person. I asked Dad if he wanted to take the tour, but he didn't want to spend the money. I told him, 'No, we're going inside. I'm buying!' When the support crew heard that Dad flew B-29s, they started asking questions. Then a crowd began to form . . . the next thing I know, Dad was holding court, and I was pushed to the back of the crowd as more and more people gathered around. It's something I'll never forget." <br />
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Former Boeing B-29 Superfortress pilot Jack Wigren with his son, Brad, in front of the EAA Brown Arch in 1982.<br />
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Jack and Brad on the misty walk from the Orange Parking Lot Friday morning. This was Jack's first visit to Oshkosh.<br />
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Boeing 767 Captain Brad Wigren with his son, Jack, reenacting a moment from 1982.<br />
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Jack and Brad with "FIFI," the B-29 Superfortress that is owned and operated by the <a href="http://www.commemorativeairforce.org/" target="_blank">Commemorative Air Force</a>. <br />
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Ed, Brad, Gregg, and Jack . . . waiting to tour "FIFI."<br />
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Son and son of a son of a B-29 pilot. . .<br />
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NWA/DAL Boeing 767 Captains Gregg Hammer and Brad Wigren with the sole surviving Hamilton H-47 Metalplane in Northwest Airways markings.<br />
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Taking a break at the Vintage Café Friday evening.<br />
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My good friend, John Mullis. This was John's first visit to AirVenture. For more about John check out <a href="http://jellystoneairpark.blogspot.com/2011/11/blast-from-past.html" target="_blank">Blast from the past</a> and <a href="http://jellystoneairpark.blogspot.com/2012/10/jumpseat-rider.html" target="_blank">Jumpseat Rider</a>.<br />
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Friends from Stevens Point, Wisconsin, Meghan Blythe and Calvin Winters, with the EAA's North American P-64.<br />
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Fellow EAA Chapter 961 (Rock Hill, South Carolina) member, John Roberts, promoting the <a href="http://skyotelog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Skyote Biplane</a> in Exhibit Hangar D. John's Skyote was parked next to the Brown Arch all week. His exquisite craftsmanship earned a Bronze Lindy!<br />
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<a href="http://www.vaa3.org/">Carolinas - Virginia Antique Airplane Foundation</a> (EAA Vintage Chapter 3) newsletter editor, Jim Wilson, has added markings to his 1936 Waco to honor the 75th anniversary of the creation of the Civil Air Patrol. During World War II his Custom Cabin was based in Grand Isle, Louisiana.<br />
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Friday afternoon Ed and I were sitting at a picnic table by the ice cream stand near the vintage parking area. Across the road, not fifty feet away, sat a red RV-8 that looked familiar. I said to Ed: "I think I that airplane belongs to a guy in my EAA Chapter." A closer inspection confirmed my suspicion. Fellow Chapter 961 member, John Long, is a regular volunteer at AirVenture. He is also an expert craftsman, and a heck of a nice guy. <br />
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Here's something you don't see every day. A Pan American World Airways Douglas DC-3 next to a Boeing 747-800. Clipper Tabitha May earned a Bronze Lindy. I took this picture Saturday morning. On the drive back to Middlebury, Indiana Sunday afternoon we saw Tabitha May as she was departing South Bend International, passing 500 feet overhead as we were driving by the airfield on Interstate 80. What were the chances of that ever happening? Another story from AirVenture . . .<br />
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In 2004 Brad surprised his father with a ride in "FIFI" from Fort Wayne, Indiana to Kalamazoo, Michigan. Here are a few photos:<br />
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NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-85823011741871780932016-08-19T21:20:00.000-04:002016-08-19T21:32:15.736-04:00National Aviation DayIn 1939 President Franklin D. Roosevelt proclaimed August 19 to be National Aviation Day to celebrate the history and development of aviation.<br />
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Nancy and I did our part to celebrate!<br />
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Like we needed a reason to enjoy fresh strawberry soft serve ice cream at the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand in York, South Carolina . . .<br />
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When I was a new hire flight engineer at Eastern Airlines the junior captain had eighteen years with the company. Seat progression was agonizingly slow for the first officers and flight engineers that preceded me. Most of these guys were hired before airline deregulation, so the pay was pretty good. In the early 1980s a 727 captain at a major airline earned the equivalent of a Cadillac a month. A first officer would bring in sixty percent of that number; slightly less for a flight engineer, once off probation. A livable wage, but no matter how you slice it, eighteen years is a long time to be pulling gear and doing walk-arounds for someone else!<br />
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With little route expansion to speak of (Frank Lorenzo's Texas Air Raiders rode into town shortly after I was hired)<em> </em>upward movement was driven mainly by retirements. Occasionally someone would lose their medical certificate (a lot of these guys were smokers) and every once and a while someone would just up and die. On my first trip after training the first officer turned to me and asked if I knew what to do if the captain should have a heart attack. When I confessed that I hadn't given it much thought, he said: "You get the dead guy outta my seat!" Even the captain laughed! In the months to come I would be asked that same question many times.<br />
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The dead guy jokes were only the beginning. Every first officer you flew with had a flight bag full of high adventure sports brochures promoting the Skipper's next great hobby. Motorcycle ads were plentiful; and somewhat effective. A 727 captain would read a Harley-Davidson sales brochure from cover to cover---and actually entertain buying one! (Who can resist the call of the <em>Iron Horse</em>?) Hang glider brochures, on the other hand, had no effect whatsoever. Even the insufferable types knew they could bust their butt in one of those jobs!<br />
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Thirty years down the road, and six airlines later, I can't remember the last time I heard a dead guy joke in the cockpit---or been handed a brochure for a high risk adventure, now that I think about it. I suspect part of the reason is because I fly a two pilot airplane. Without a flight engineer, there's no comedy duo to antagonize the captain. Maybe the wide body international folks, with their augmented crews, still practice the art. One can only hope.<br />
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Speaking of hope. To all the folks senior to me at Big D: I'd like to recommend <em>The Flying Trapeze School . . .</em><br />
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Do you long for the days when you could load the crew in the back of the station wagon and haul everyone out to the drive-in theater on a warm summer evening? Maybe you were the person that attached speakers on both sides of the car, kind of a poor man's stereo; never mind the sign at the gate said: "ONE SPEAKER PER VEHICLE, PLEASE." Nobody cared if the kids made a mess in the back seat, it was only popcorn crumbs and spilled soda. They were great family adventures---as long as the kids watched the movie, instead of the action in the car next door! If any of this warms your heart---or you've forgotten how hard <i>it really is</i> to get dried soda out of auto upholstery; then the Jellystoners have something you're gonna love.<br />
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The latest addition to Brother Baker's arsenal of cool and unusual stuff is a media projector that can be linked to various devices, such as the Jellystone Air Park DVD Player. The Jellystoners, and five of their beneficiaries (Brother Baker's crew) gathered last Friday evening to test it out. I have to say, the projection quality was excellent---as was the audio, thanks to a pair of thrift store speakers that were stacked on top of a couple of old (new) cylinder boxes. Who needs a movie screen when there's a hangar wall right outside the door?<br />
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On the Big Screen was <i>Always</i>, a 1989 film about aerial fire-fighting, starring Richard Dreyfus, Holly Hunter, and John Goodman. The movie was produced and directed by Steven Spielberg, and is a remake of the 1943 romantic drama, <i>A Guy Named Joe, </i>starring Spencer Tracy and Irene Dunne. In Brother Baker's words: "the film has clever writing, humor, a romantic interest, and general appeal to all audiences." It also has great flying---and in my opinion, one of the best opening scenes of any aviation film, ever!<br />
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<i><br /></i>NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-84536151608039648512016-04-28T21:08:00.000-04:002016-04-28T21:08:18.318-04:00Time To RedirectIn March I received the following text message from Brother Baker: <strong>Flew with a guy who wants to get some Luscombe time and is willing to trade for time in his airplane---a Stearman! He's in North Georgia. Heckuva nice guy! I'll keep you updated. </strong>A few weeks later, another message: <strong>Maybe you can swing a day next week and we can head over to Georgia and meet the guy with the Stearman. . . </strong>Then the Monday before last: <strong>You off Friday? Chris (Stearman guy) suggested Friday. He's at Mountain Field, near Cleveland, GA. Just under two hours in the Luscombe. OK, about 2:20 figuring MPH vs knots. . .</strong><br />
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I know what you're thinking. The Stearman guy is getting a pretty good deal. In this day and age it's almost impossible to find a venue where a person can experience, first hand, the joy of flying the delightful feather-light all-metal Luscombe Silvair---leave those clodhopper boots at home, Chris the Stearman Guy, ballet slippers are what you need in the '47 8A. Kudos to Brother Baker for making it happen! Except it didn't. But I'm getting ahead of myself. . .<br />
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The outfit that Brother Barbeau works for is adding another airplane to it's stable: A Cirrus SR22T, with all the bells and whistles. Thursday evening Gary called and said the airplane was scheduled to arrive Friday. Did I want to ride out to the airport Friday afternoon and check it out? When I told him about Brother Baker's planned Stearman outing and the fact that I was invited to ride along, he said: "Swapping time in a Luscombe for time in a Stearman. Way to go Joe! Think you'll get a ride too?" I said: "I don't think I'm part of the deal. I'll be there for moral support and to take pictures; but I'm going to hit the ATM in the morning, just in case."<br />
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Brother Baker and I departed Jellystone Air Park at 0730 Friday morning---a pair of old school airline pilots in a non-FMS/GPS 1947 Luscombe 8A. Today's junior birdmen (Airbus pilots and New Age "Any traffic in the Area" Embry-Riddle alumni) may be wondering how we could ever find our way. Rest assured we had a plan---and a couple of sectional charts provided, free of charge, by the states of South Carolina and Georgia. The plan: Follow the power lines that run southwest from Jellystone Air Park to Triple Tree Aerodrome, just south of Woodruff, South Carolina, then track a westerly course, passing a little south of Clemson, South Carolina and a little north of Toccoa, Georgia, to Mountain Field which is located a few miles southeast of Cleveland, Georgia. Precision navigation at it's best! How does that old saying go? "Measure it with a micrometre, cut it with an ax."<br />
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Approaching Triple Tree Brother Baker noticed he had a message on his iPhone.<b> </b>It was from Chris the Stearman Guy. <b>Call me. </b>Not the message you want to see when you're almost half way to your first ride in a Stearman. . . I told Joe I would fly while he typed. A few minutes later, another message. Joe held the screen so I could read. <b>It's really blowing here at the house. Winds are forecast to be gusting to twenty knots. </b>It was Chris' way of saying: "Sorry guys, it's not going to happen today."<br />
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I've never flown a Stearman. I don't know how it handles in a gusty crosswind---but I have flown Brother Barbeau's Hatz biplane. I completely understood where Chris the Stearman Guy was coming from. So did Joe. It was time to redirect---but simply returning to Jellystone Air Park seemed like an incredible waste of a nice morning. When Brother Baker asked if there was anyplace special I'd like to go, I said: "How about Eddie's place?"<br />
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If this is your first visit to <i>Jellystone Air Park</i>, Eddie is our good friend Eddie Price, Director of Operations and Chief Pilot at <a href="http://jellystoneairpark.blogspot.com/2012/04/bombing-sandland.html" target="_blank">Pond Branch Airfield</a>---fifteen hundred feet of slightly undulating turf (Brother Baker's locution) in the heart of the Sandland near Leesville, South Carolina---conveniently located on the CAE VOR 272 degree radial at 17.5 DME.<br />
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Thirty-five minutes after receiving the North Georgia weather report we were on the ground at Pond Branch Airfield. . .<br />
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The scene on Taxiway Alpha. . . Yours truly with Brothers Price and Baker at the Center of the Universe (Eddie's locution.)<br />
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Eddie Price, Director of Operations and Chief Pilot at Pond Branch Airfield, with his 1950 Cessna 140A. <br />
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Runway 29 departure from the Center of the Universe. . .<br />
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<b>Later in the day. . .</b><br />
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Remember that phone call from Brother Barbeau?<br />
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2016 Cirrus SR22T.<br />
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Looks inviting. . .<br />
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Pretty fancy!<br />
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Comes with an automated flight attendant safety briefing.<br />
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Brother Barbeau said: "Just sit there and don't touch anything!"NSEGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193126959538041596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737508257905256560.post-77287264175114979442016-04-21T08:37:00.000-04:002016-04-21T08:37:38.456-04:00Quote of the Day from 1989<b><i>Man has been dreaming of flight since history was inscribed on the walls of caves; for thousands of years this great accomplishment awaited our own time.</i></b><br />
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