Tag Archives: aviation

posticon What Happens After You Die?

Posted on   by

On May 25, 1979, American Airlines Flight 191 took off from Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport. As the plane rolled down the runway, its left engine broke off.

The aircraft crashed less than a mile from the runway, killing all 258 passengers, 13 crew, and 2 people on the ground.

At the time I was a commercial pilot and, naturally, was riveted by this tragic event.

There was a trailer park near the crash site. Immediately after the crash, trailer park residents started reporting strange events.Read more

ask God

posticon Ask and Receive

Posted on   by

Many years ago when I was a young, inexperienced pilot I had a terrifying experience I’ll never forget.

It was a sunny Sunday morning in early spring. A friend of mine wanted to go for a plane ride. So we decided to fly from our home near Dunkirk, New York southwest to Youngstown, Ohio. He had family in Youngstown he wanted to visit.

On the return to Dunkirk late that afternoon, the weather turned foggy. I did not yet have an instrument rating.Read more

under the hood

posticon Under The Hood

Posted on   by

Back in my aviation days as a flight instructor, we had an expression, “Under the hood.” That was how we trained student pilots — we put them under a hood.

It was literally a hood they wore over their heads. The hood allowed them to see only straight ahead to the airplane’s instrument panel. It blocked out their peripheral vision. The only visual clues they had were the plane’s instruments. They were literally flying blind.

It was often the hardest part of any student pilot’s training.Read more

posticon The Joy of Flying by John Cali and Spirit

Posted on   by

Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we’ll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end. ~ Richard Bach, in There Is No Such Place As Far Away

aerial mountain views while flyingAerial Mountain Views

Many years ago, I was a commercial pilot. Some of my family and friends questioned my sanity, as they considered flying a dangerous occupation.

Sometimes, they’d ask me why I did it. I always answered, “Because I love it.Read more