It is the most peaceful and tranquil album that I have ever owned. There was a thunderclap detonation when I got home this morning. It was an explosion but origin unknown.
I had an epiphany just now. Listening to the album. I suddenly realized why I had stopped flying. The planes I flew were small but even when I was invited to the flight deck to fly a C-130 to Dahran or a C-141 over the Grand Canyon, it was cramped. Every cockpit, every flight deck was cramped. It was the same on the C-5 with all the SINS in the way.
Last night we watched a breaker in the northern ice. I remembered when the Polar Sea or Polar Star pulled into Todd shipyard next to us and how they lost a crewman to death. The ship was hit by a rogue wave just outside the Strait of Juan de Fuca and was laid on its beam ends and he flew across 90 feet of bridge and didn't land well. Suddenly level was 90 feet straight down. About 8 stories of falling. They knew it could happen. It was why they had a cable stretched across the length of the bridge. The Harry W. Hill had no such thing. One would only fall about 10 feet before crashing into something hard.