Which your host is back in charming Fallon, NV, having only left the place last Friday, but such were the puts and takes of managing pilot availabilities amidst an ever-dynamic requirements set. It was nice to be @home #whileitlasted, but it’ll be good to get back in the air again, so long as the weather cooperates, which it shows every intention not to do tomorrow. Actual Snow, if the forecasts are to be believed. I positively shiver.
But: The trends for the balance of the week are favorable.
Managed to grind out nine holes at Miramar with pleasant company, one of whom was a Pee-haitch-dee in plasma physics but who now occupies himself finding a cure for cancer. Ninety-five percent of the research in the field, he said, occupies itself with attacking the disease, but hizzoner is coming at it a different way by attempting to reinvigorate the immuno system which any successful cancer characteristically suppresses. Very promising he related, and he’s very highly motivated too, having been diagnosed many several years ago with prostate cancer and having chosen to eschew traditional therapies. Which I wished him well for it.
Flew Southwest from Sandy Eggo to Reno, not least because there’s a direct flight. Sat next to a young man who noticed my UVa ballcap and asked whether I was a Wahoo at all? I had to tell him no, that I’d done my undergrad work at Navy and that I wore the hat more in reference to my own, my native land. What did you do in the Navy, I flew Hornets chiefly, so did I, what is your name and I told him.
Turns out he knew me, a bit, we had briefly shared the same spaces at the fleet replacement squadron, he as a first tour nugget and your host returning once again to fly the FA-18 subsequent to a tour of duty in Key West flying other aircraft. I made as though I remembered him, considering that a polite fiction, no more, considering he’d remembered me and that had been, what? Nineteen years ago.
He’d quit the service as a lieutenant, having completed his fleet tour and a stint as an instructor pilot at one of the T-45 training squadron in Kingsville. Got hired by United, has been twice furloughed and now scrapes together what he can here or there as a drilling reservist in non-flying roles. In the middle of a divorce. Shared custody.
So, yeah, it’s a little cold here in Fallon and the weather glowers at us, but taken all in all, we are not feeling terribly unfortunate just the now. The Crushing Burden of Debt is back on the market, we had 20 groups of visitors on our first open house of the new year, several of whom apparently came back for second visits on the same day. We are cautiously optimistic that we might just pull this thing off. Bills get paid, kids go to college and there might even be a down-payment left for an airplane, although we step cautiously into that mixed blessing of aircraft ownership.
A 0715 brief tomorrow morning, followed by a night hop that will land just within our crew day requirements.
If it’s a little quiet ’round these parts tomorrow, you’ll know why.