My last flight with United happened over a month ago. Why have I waited so long to write about it? Am I too wistful about it to face the blank page? Does it hurt to recall it? Am I reluctant to sever my link with that era in my life?
Tailwinds and fair skies.
|The last crossing|
|Last Atlantic sunrise from as seen from the front office|
|Grandson Hayes sees us off|
|After 42 years suffering me, Eleanor still can make a jumpseat look good|
|Scott & Brad on the Rhine|
|Did I bomb this thing once?|
|The breakdown is: 4800 military, 5000 general aviation, 12,700 airline.|
|Planning to add more to the logbook|