Friends, Last week, I became my son Francisco’s first non-pilot passenger. Once I resigned myself to my fate, my first time on a coffin-sized plane was quite enjoyable. It was also full of surprises. Here are some unexpected parts of the experience.The safety check process takes forever. H eadsets are not just a fashion statement (the smaller the plane, the louder it gets). The tower will call your tail number (78 Sierra) at random intervals, so you better pay attention to the chatter. Spotting nearby planes is harder than you’d think. Pilots speak a different language. You can’t fly over nuclear silos. You can land and take off within 5 minutes (Pueblo, we hardly knew you). It’s snug (but the view totally makes up for it). With Christmas almost upon us, I wish each of you cheer. And remember, it’s not about the presents, but if you do cave, the best gifts have YOU all over them. Like this experience with my son, so much better than all the socks or free donuts in the world. Happy Frid...
Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!