My flying homie and fellow Yid, The Donster, celebrates 90 in his hangar with family and friends. He has gone from the USAF (B-36 Peacemaker) to Pan-Am (DC-6s and 707s) to Flying Tigers and FedEx (DC-8s and 747Fs) to keeping the ‘hood in line.
Happy Birthday, D.
Steak and salmon: good.
Couscous and matzah: okay
Needless to say, the cake went undisturbed. I feel bad about wasting. I would feel much worse with it on my waist.
Very early morning at DFW waiting for my flight, and the little ERJ-175 waiting for me at the end of the jetway is just being nudged from her slumbers by the ground service team.
I do like these jets better than their little sisters. Something about the engines-under-wing configuration is comforting. And the seat configuration in the RJs is a bit less crowded since they’re usually 2/2 in economy and 1/2 in business.
Hoping for a smooth flight over the southern Rockies and the desert.
Sitting down for a cocktail at a rooftop bar at Boat Quay in Singapore on Saturday night with some colleagues, I was treated to a front row seat at the rehearsal for Singapore’s national day celebrations. The fun began with this flyover of a CH-47 Chinook helicopter dragging an immense flag, all escorted by a couple of Apache helicopters.
What I didn’t catch in the photo was the high speed maneuvers by the fighter jets, followed by a supersonic flyby, then the salute of a half-dozen howitzers.
And yes, this was just the rehearsal.
It was a gorgeous night, and this was the capper.
Happy Birthday, Lion City.
Back on NH5, Westbound. Absolutely stunning day for flying.
Moments like this are the nearest thing to a break I get on these trips. Providing, of course, that the weather is clear and the winds cooperative.