The title of this blog is also the title of a new section (page?) that will be in my updated website. It will include stories from my flying career in both helicopters and fixed wing aircraft. Some are about emergencies I’ve faced and the lessons I learned from them, but most are about what the title says, fun and dumb things. In order to protect the innocent and what’s left of my flying career, I’m not going to mention names and dates, but tell what happened.
All still have to be written and I’m not going to do all at once. But, once the web-site is up and running, I’ll add them like blogs. Every few weeks, there will be another. Here are teasers on some of the ones that will be there when the site is finished.
Lobster Run – back in the good old days, we – as in Naval Aviators – were encouraged to take cross-country flights in our helicopters. Its good training and if you spend the night away from your home base, its called RON or Remain Over Night. So, one weekend, we took off for the Naval Air Station at New Brunswick, Maine on a cross country and, on the trip home, bring some lobster. I mentioned this to my dad and he asked if I would bring him some…
Under the Bridge – build a bridge and military pilots will look at it as a challenge to fly under. They were adding a new roadway on the Verrazano Narrows Bridge back in the seventies and, well you think you know what happened, but you don’t…
There’s What on the Deck? – it is almost a tradition, or maybe it is fate, but almost every Navy helo pilot on his first flight as an aircraft commander has something odd happen. I’m no different. We were sent on a logistic run to take mail, parts and people up to a ship in the far northern part of the Gulf of Tonkin. It should have been routine but wasn’t. On the way back a long way from the carrier we called home, the aircrew man keyed the intercom….
Tomahawk Roll – back when I was working at Piper Aircraft Corporation as their director of advertising and sales promotion, I had a chance to fly one of our newer designs. The prototype I checked out was one of a kind. The plane that would be produced and sold was to be a basic trainer. One – the one I was flying – was modified to possibly be marketed as a fully aerobatic airplane. So, I took off with one of my co-workers in the copilot’s seat who was not a pilot and….
Whaddaya Mean No Ice! Actually, this two stories, one about my dad and one about me. First my dad. We were living in Newfoundland and he took off one evening in a C-47 to get his four hours in a month so he could maintain his currency and flight pay. My mother and I were waiting for him when he landed. Back in those days, you could walk out on to the flight line once the props stopped. I saw my dad come down the ladder from the cabin with a long screwdriver in his hand. He climbed onto the wheel and jabbed the leading edge of the wing several times. A large chunk of ice fell into his arms with a crescent shape section. He walked past me and then my mother and went directly into base operations without saying a word….
You’ll have to wait until the updated website is ready and read each of these stories to find out what happened. What I’m hoping to do is add one a month. Well, that’s the plan. Right now, my web mistress is working hard on updating the site’s technology and making the changes and I should be writing copy instead of a blog!!!