Tuesday, October 25, 2022


 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.


SCOTTtheBADGER said...

I didn't know you were a pilot! HUZZAH!

HMS Defiant said...

I flew in college and then a little in Newport, RI while I was at Department Head School. Never flew as a pilot again after that. I never had the time. I know Lex flew every weekend and still got in 18 holes of golf but I just never found the time and it is a skill that doesn't perish fast but one does need to keep it up in order to stay aviating. I think the difference between me and Lex was that he had his weekends whereas too often I lost mine and had to work.
On the other hand, he had 3 kids and I found that first one delightful and while his were all in high school or beyond, mine was 2 and 3 and 4. Yeah, I was one of those dads who took great pleasure in raising Arizona. I do now have to watch that movie again. Unpainted Arizona. An American classic.