"Welcome to my very first blog post on the "Flight Lines" website. I'm going to follow my own advice, put the hemming and hawing and hand wringing aside and just start banging away at the key board to see what happens. This is new to me.
I have in mind to use the blog for equal parts story telling, opinion forum, announcement notice board and Q & A platform--and I'm not sure where to start!
Lets start at the last one. I've been out of the flying game for several years now and so I am not current on several fronts. However, the game hasn't changed that much and if my readers have questions they'd like to ask, I would be happy to answer them as best I can. If not, I may be able to direct them to people who are still "in the game" or have bigger brains for stuff like that.
On the opinion front, I intend to start a series on the disappearance of Malaysia Flight 370. Several people have read or heard me speak on the subject and no one yet has been able to find a serious flaw in my theory. But it is, and always will be, just a theory. Stay tuned.
I may also have a thing or two to say about the Twitterverse Twitterstorm Volcanic Eruptions about United Airlines and other airlines all over the news these days. People usually get angry about things they are ignorant of. They are not ignorant, just ignorant of some facts. The fact that social media allows all and sundry to fulminate over a really minor incident not knowing the facts only makes things worse. Relax people, nobody died. "There are three sides to every story; one side, the other side and the truth."
I'll leave you with a story. I flew a B-767 on a routine flight from Toronto to London Heathrow. I was looking forward to the trip because the layover was a longer than usual one but as I recall, it was just one overnight in London. We touched down around 0600 local at Heathrow, were taken to our hotel and weren't scheduled to leave for Toronto until late afternoon on the following day. We arrived at the airport for the return flight, well rested and ready to go to work. I noticed that the airplane had the same fin number as the one I had flown into Heathrow. Then I paged back through the logbook and what I read astounded me. While we were napping, or walking or roller blading around Regent's Park (now banned I might add), meeting for beer call, going out to dinner, sleeping and wandering around the next afternoon before crew pick up, that same airplane had flown back to Toronto, then to Vancouver, then to Beijing, then back to Vancouver, then Toronto, and then to London and was groomed and ready for us! There were a thousand things that could've upset that incredibly ambitious flight schedule and delayed our 200+ passengers. People do not realize or fully appreciate that every time an airplane full of people pushes back on time, it is a minor miracle of planning and execution. Until next time, over 'n out."