Friends,
When was the last time you were on a propeller plane?
Personally, I had to go deep into the memory vault. It had been so long, in
fact, I figured commercial airlines no longer used them. So, you can imagine my
surprise this week when I boarded one. Looking out my propeller-side window I
wondered what damage those man-sized weedwhacker asps were capable of
inflicting as their droning noise gradually became the sole focus of everyone's
attention. So loud, coherent thought became impossible, let alone a friendly
conversation with your neighbor. With a cruising altitude of 100 feet (or at least
it felt that way), the Dash 8-300 has the grace of a penguin walking, a giraffe
swimming or a turkey flying. And loud, did I mention it was loud? The short hop
across state lines was done in no time, but my eardrums took much longer to
recover. Still, I survived and made it l back with a story, and with time to
share some sweet pastries with you. There's a dozen dunkin' donuts waiting in
the usual spot, so come get your weekend spirit off to a flying start.
Happy Friday!
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