Saturday, December 22, 2012

Sobering Thoughts

Ex-Thomson Airways
I survived the week before Christmas. Made it through the end of the Mayan calendar, held on to my temper as we were several hours late out of Memphis every morning, skillfully flew jets in need of some TLC, and even brought the above pictured 757 into the Greenville ramp looking like it had been parted out. This was a recent aquisition that has the passenger-to-freighter mod, but was pressed into revenue service during peak before getting its shiny new paint job. The marshaller in Greenville was reluctant to guide us into our parking spot b/c he didn't believe we were in the right place!
I also had a painful realization this week: I flew with a new hire pilot who's been on the property for 3 months. It was my first newbie FO as a Captain, and I had to write a (very positive) evaluation on him (reminded me of flight instructing in the Navy...having to fill out all those grade sheets). Anyway, he is 27 years old, and the realization is that by the time he retires from Fedex, I'll probably be dead!! Ho Ho Ho. It's off to the cabin for a white Christmas (assuming I get home on American). Talk to you next year.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Twas the Week Before Christmas...

Nice painting of a 757 by a crew member

 The week before Christmas; always an interesting time at Fedex. We thought we might get away with no nasty weather this years, but a powerful gust front blew through Memphis right in the middle of the push this morning. We were a couple of hours late, which meant flying into the sun. At least it wasn't snow. Below are two pictures showing the progress on the new crew rest facility since November. Tonight is the holiday buffet. Shrimp galore!


Friday, December 14, 2012

Friday, December 7, 2012

Line Check and Lost Keys

I had my annual line check yesterday, just two days after returning from vacation. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened, which is, in itself, very unusual. If Murphy is ever going to enforce his law, the time will be when there is a checkride.


So, today, things are much more relaxed. During a walk on the Swamp Rabbit trail in Greenvile, I spied someone's keys laying in the grass. My first thought was to pass them by and not get involved, but then I thought about how nice it would be if someone found MY keys and made an effort to return them to me. They looked like they had been there awhile. On closer examination, I noticed a thumbdrive attached, but no other identification. I took them up to my room and plugged the thumbdrive into my laptop, and the life of the owner was presented to me. Seemed like a very nice kid in his senior year in college. I looked through some of his documents until I found a resume which included a cellphone number and was able to call him. He was very, very relieved as his whole academic life was on that thumbdrive, not to mention his car and house keys. I left them for him at the hotel's front desk. Felt good all day.