...it'll get warm but I'm not holding my breath. My week started with a quick overnight work trip down to Barksdale AFB . They have B-52s...lots and lots of old B-52s ... All went well with the meeting (who hoo!) but our return flight was this control freak's nightmare. On approach our wheels were about to hit the runway when we caught a nasty crosswind and the pilot had to abort the landing (I think that's what they say but, hey, I fly a desk so I could be wrong). He pushed up the throttle and we climbed through the bumpiest air ever. I was convinced we were going to die. 100% Convinced. (dramatic, much?) This is probably what we looked like...minus the landing part We circled around, attempted another landing, failed, then finally touched down on the third attempt and it was smooth as glass -- go figure. The last time I was that scared on a flight I took a picture of myself so my parents could remember what I looked like. I was like 10...and faile...
a guy. a girl. a toddler...and one crazy yorkie