Position: Over Bishop, Ca.Altitude: 36,000 feet
Groundspeed: 426 knots (489 mph)
Equipment: A319
Pax-on-Board: 123
Airborne...
He was the all-American kid who wanted to fly airplanes when airplanes were still miraculous, long before they became ho-hum to the flying public. After Pearl Harbor, he signed up for the Army Air Corps, made it through initial training and went on to Bomber Command for B-17 co-pilot training. Next stop... The Mighty Eighth.
Much to his amazement, he survived twenty-five missions against the vaunted Luftwaffe. Eighty thousand (80,000) of his fellow airmen were not so lucky. He rotated back to Training Command and spent the rest of the war as a flight instructor. The Air Corps brass liked him and invited him to stay after the war ended. He rose to the rank of Brigadier General before he retired and along the way produced a covey of children, all of them fine pilots.
The last little girl, born during the autumn years of his life, is sitting in the right seat of this flight deck... The General's daughter.
She is razor sharp and has the best captain management skills I've ever seen. The wife-of-my-youth is one of her friends... Yes, that is a double-edged sword. The time tested left seat lines of bravado and b.s. are totally ineffective with this co-pilot... My much polished and perfected captain's swagger is a waste of time.
She flies the aircraft like she came from the factory pre-installed as an auto-pilot. Actually, she handles it better than most of the captains around this outfit, including me... Is there no respect for the left seat anymore?
Summer ops... 48 degrees C
Number, uh... Looks like about fifteen for take-off in KPHX (Phoenix). The ATIS (automatic terminal information service) temperature says it is 42 degrees C (108 F). The temperature sensor on Fi-Fi's belly feels 48 C (118 F) on the taxiway. The take-off data is figured on the ATIS temperature, but we are 2,100 pounds lighter than the flight plan estimate, so we have some wiggle room with the super-heated runway.
I am going to fly the hot weather take-off. If an engine explodes in a hot shower of titanium shrapnel, I want to be the one flying. The General's daughter could easily handle this take-off, but I asked her if we could swap legs... It's that little flashing red "uh-oh" light in the back of my brain. It's a captain Dave thing.
I am old and cranky, been there, done that, seen it before. When an engine decides to quit in weather like this you lose exactly 50% of your thrust, but 85-90% of climb ability. It is a very serious matter... I am paranoid about it and act as if it will happen, not maybe, but for sure will happen. The aircraft will fly out of this nightmarish scenario, but it is one of the few emergency events that requires immediate and correct actions.
26 degrees C...
At 7,000 feet, 26 degrees C... We are climbing out of the top of the heat dome covering Phoenix. The vertical speed is increasing as the V-2500 A-5 engines bite into the cooler atmosphere. My stress levels are falling with the outside air temperature. Much to my relief, both engines are turning and burning.
The co-pilot reaches overhead and cranks the cockpit temperature controller down even more. Yep, it is hot in here.
-45 degrees C...
We are cruising at 36,000 feet and have been for 50 minutes en route to KSJC (San Jose). The fuel temperature is 25 degrees C; brake temperatures are averaging 150 degrees C. It is hot enough to boil water down there in the main landing gear wells. Wheel brake temperature is cumulative during a multi-leg summer day. Luckily, Fi-Fi has brake fans to dissipate that heat on the ground. During my 737 days, we used a brake temperature chart in the summer to determine if we needed to delay take-off for hot brakes.
Top of descent...
Oakland Center gives us a lower altitude; (and) once we get to 12,000 feet, slow down to 250 knots, please. We can do that... Thrust rolls back to idle as I select a descent mode on the auto-pilot control panel; the Electric Jet slowly lowers her nose and down we go. Below us, a blanket of clouds with green coastal hills peeking through. It is a beautiful day in Northern Californa...
Thirty miles south of KSFO (KSJC lies beneath KSFO Class B airspace) and slipping beneath its controlled airspace, I slow the 319 to a mandatory maximum airspeed of 200 knots. We are cruising over the coastal mountains, the tops of the higher ones in the sun light. The radar altimeter comes to life as we fly over terrain that rises inside of the 2,500 foot radar altimeter floor. You can watch the peak digitally rise then fall away as the radar altimeter sweeps over it. That is kind of cool.
My old eyes are sweeping the skies for Bonanzas and Cessnas... I worry a lot about smacking aluminum in this airspace. In my younger days I could see a light aircraft ten miles away, but now, maybe four miles if I am well rested.
Cleared for the ILS 30 Left...
Fi-Fi captures the localizer radio beam and is looking for the glideslope, which is still above us. There is a marine layer over KSJC at 1,000 feet above the ground, hence the ILS approach. We fly into the glideslope and start down with three green gear lights and flaps at three-quarters. The cloud layer covers us briefly... Then we are underneath and looking at the runway. The surface temperature is 16 C, or 61 F. Nice and cool sea-level air with lots of lift potential. I feel a very smooth landing coming on... I know better, but can't help myself...
I tell the General's daughter, "OK, now watch and learn. I will demonstrate again how to land a 319. Pay attention this time."
"Yeah, that's what you said yesterday right before you slammed it in at Kansas City. Gonna be like that one?"
See, no respect...
At 500 feet... auto-pilot OFF/auto-thrust OFF/flight directors OFF/bring up the FPV (flight path vector).
Low altitude musings...
One more time... Is the gear down and locked? Yes, three green lights glowing brightly.
Are we below maximum landing weight? Yes, two thousand pounds below...
The indicated airspeed is a few knots low... Increase thrust a tiny bit. The wind sock is half extended; a slight crosswind from the left. If it's a 20 knot wind sock, the wind is 10 knots. I think the tower said eight knots... Close enough.
And... Are we on tower frequency? Yes... Did they clear us to land? Yes...
Over the fence at 136 knots indicated. The runway slides beneath us as I start thinking about flaring... Fi-Fi's digital voice is calling out the altitude in ten foot increments as we close on the concrete; fifty...forty...thirty...twenty...ten...
At twenty feet, I apply slight back pressure on the stick to slow the descent rate.
My honor is at stake here, literally. She is good friends with some of my low rent captain buds... I will never hear the end. The nose is pitched up five degrees. A little more back pressure to slow the descent further, but not too much. Absolutely do not want to bleed off too much airspeed (energy).
When it feels like the main gear is about to touch, I push the stick forward a tiny bit to rotate the airframe about the pitch axis toward the nose. This stops the main gear a few inches above the concrete and lets them settle oh-so-smoothly... It works. A perfect touchdown with minimum tire distortion.
My touchdown is so smooth it can't be felt other than the wing spoilers rising causing the transfer of wing load to the landing gear. It is absolutely what I was hoping for to save my rep from the Kansas City debacle.
Time to stir the pot again. I ask the General's daughter, "Are we down yet?"
Life on the Line continues...
64 comments:
Priceless.
Worth the wait.
The ego's on the line Capt Dave, deep down you know you can't fool the general's daughter, but the point is did she smile?
nice blog...
Man.what a great description of a nice landing.
I thought I was the only one who knew that a bit of forward stick-just a tiny bit-brought the tires right there.We used to call it a "bearing roller".
Negative,none,zero,acceleration downward.Just a sweet kiss as the tires started spooling up.
It's showing off in a good way.
Done right,it's a celebration for the whole crew.
A minor one.
Like, "nice all around flight everybody".
Like : Hey you all helped and I thank you-here's how much.
I paid attention and saw your good work.
Here's my contribution.
Nice one. Call your shot and then come through under presure.
Great post as usual Captain Dave. That's Captain with a capital "C".
long time no see, welcome back, hope you had some rest during your break from blogging.
A question, That General's kids are all pilots, and good at it, as you said, what could be the genetic treats that will predestine someones kid will be a good pilot? It always fascinated me that what makes a good pilot a good pilot.
P.S. I just saw my word verification before I publish is "sucker", I hope I didn't ask a question that is too dumb.
Andy
dave,
I like very much this post, thanks for sharing your feelings on the line, this is well writtent and very interesting.
Longwei
I've had some of those... in a 150 ;) Great entry, almost thought you packed up shop, good to see i was wrong!
5:15 local ... Hot coffee, sweetened by second reading of new post (finally! ... Your day/night/ok real job, is taking a toll on us!) on my favorite blog ... . So glad to see you so seamlessly hitting the marks here as well! Wonderfully told.
Happy flying ... Captain Dave
~D
Oh ... BTW ... An certainly not to be a smarty ... Thinking only to ease your eyestrain ... I say this with some authority, as I am likely to be flying a Cessna, or Bonanza on a really good day: If an A319 is any anywhere nearby ... I'm gonna notice! You guys look very big ... huge ...like giants! Even with my old eyes ... y'all look godlike! We will "scooch" out of the way in reverence if not necessity! Speaking of epic ... Did you see any dust over PHX way? ... now that would definitely lower the vis! ... and thank you for crafting a story that I can enjoy reading several times!
~D
Your blog is a joy to read, even for fellow pilots who get to fly the skies regularly! congratulations Sir on a great piece of writing yet again.
In a few years down the road I'm certain it will be a great online diary aswell, allowing you to read through outtakes of an interesting and healthy career.
And another light-hearted, good-spirited read. That was what I needed this Sunday. Thank you Captain :D
Just awesome Captain!
Question - what's the aerodynamic reasoning for pitching forward slightly before touchdown on the A319? Ground effect? I usually pitch back just a little in the old C172's and it works well. I must say, probably no greater feeling than a landing so smooth that you can't distinguish the difference between the flare and the landing roll. What a fantastic post...nicely done
Jonathan - YEG and sometimes YMM
Welcome back Captain! We were all getting kinda worried with the lack of posts. Glad to see everything is good again! Say hi to Fi-Fi for us all.
Fascinating, captivating read. Thanks!
I missed you, Captain. Nice to see you back in form. "Are we down yet?" - Hilarious!
Good to have you back posting. I missed reading your outstanding blog.
Hi Capt. Dave,
That was infinitely more entertaining than the entire Sunday Paper! "Are we down yet?"... hahaha you still got it. Thank for the post, we missed you.
Dayum Capt. Dave where have you been? We missed you...Glad you haven't lost your touch for flying Fifi or writing. The General's Daughter is a master piece.. "Are we down yet?" Too cool.
Welcome back Capt.Dave!
Thought maybe you forgot about use out here in Blog land...
Great story,thanks for sharing
Rick
Thanks, Capt. Dave.....long wait between fixes but worth the wait.
Haha! "Are we down yet?"
Another excellent post, and great to see you back Dave!
Being 15 and into aviation, i decided to try my luck at visiting the cockpit of an A320 the other day.
I asked a flight attendant during the flight if i could have a look when we were back on the ground, and he said the Captain would have no problem.
Once on the ground, the Captain, standing at the cockpit door (To hell with all this PC crap, i'm not saying flightdeck door!) introduced himself as Tony, and welcomed me in. I was amazed at all of the switches and buttons. He showed me the circut breakers, and talked about what you call the star trek bay down below. He switched between modes on the panel below the EWD (not sure of its name), showing the wheel display, doors, fuel, and electrics. I was shown the lights test, which was fantastic, and he sounded the terrain alarm etc, which was, well, alarming to say the least. He was very generous with his time, and very friendly. He, like you, seems to enjoy what he does. I couldn't have ended the holiday on a better note.
I've read a lot of negativity from pilots on the internet regarding their career choice, and i'm at a bit of a crossroads right now about whether i should really follow this dream. I just dont think i will get satisfaction doing anything else. Its mainly the fact that i will be working unbelievably long hours that worries me, and thats if i'm lucky enough to be hired in the first place!
I could settle for the low pay, but then i have to remember that i'll be in debt from training. Its like a road that has more potholes than asphalt, if you know what i mean.
It's an issue of weighing pros and cons, but how can you weigh a thing like passion? And will it still be there when im fighting to stay afloat?
Hmmm, at least I have a few more years to think about this! I would really appreciate your take on this as somebody who has done it all.
Sorry for the length of this comment, and please keep the posts coming!
Great post and nice landing. In a crosswind do you try to make smooth touchdowns, or simply get the mainwheels to kiss the stable, reassuring pavement.
Awesome. (love all the kc references btw)
Summer ops... 48 degrees C
Number, uh... Looks like about fifteen for take-off in KPHX (Phoenix). The ATIS (automatic terminal information service) temperature says it is 42 degrees C (108 F). The temperature sensor on Fi-Fi's belly feels 48 C (118 F) on the taxiway. The take-off data is figured on the ATIS temperature, but we are 2,100 pounds lighter than the flight plan estimate, so we have some wiggle room with the super-heated runway.
Hello captain Dave,
Sorry - no capital "C" for someone who leaves me in a state of suspended animation for so long !
[Just kidding....kind of...]
Yep...those temps in Phoenix, AZ are kind of scary.
My little HTC Wildfire 'weather station' has three settings: Cape Town / London / Phoenix AZ. But you guessed that didn't you ?
It makes me wonder why anyone would choose to live in such a hot place ?
I've experienced 38 deg C. in the Swartland (north of Cape Town) and on days like that all I can do is lie prone with a wet rag on my forehead.
But that's beside the point I suppose.
A wonderful post as always, for which many thanks....not forgetting greetings to the General's daughter.
All the best - and GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK !
Pse stay airborne.........AND WRITING !
Bev
Cape Town 8.08 pm - Temp 13 deg C.
Temp in Phoenix, AZ: 33 deg C.
Thanks again to Captain Dave for a great post and back story. You provide one of the best advertisements for why, for all their faults, commercial airlines continue to provide a great value to travelers that must to get from point A to point B with speed AND safety.
And you have mad writing skills...entertaining and enlightening. Please keep the posts coming.
Ah, Captain Dave...I do identify with the eyes...In my youth, I had the eyes of a hawk...if not an eagle. But, now, my eyes are more like the gopher's. *sigh*
Nice piece...great landing.
Sounds like a good plan came together at touch down. "Are we donw yet?" LOL
Brilliant writing again Captain. I look forward to every piece. Keep up the good work (both on the keyboard and in the cockpit)!
Wow! Wondered whether you were on extended vacation - missed your posts, but this one was vintage Captain Dave - your description of the landing had me breathing shallowly and all! Excellent. Please do keep posting!
Thank you so much for this latest post--worth waiting for. I was beginning to get really worried that you decided to quit writing for us. I enjoyed it thoroughly with my coffee, and laughed out loud several times. As I said before, your style and professionalism reminds me of my dad, so I feel very personally attached to your blog...... please keep them coming! I hope I am on one of your flights soon.
Thank you for yet another fine installment but I have a request: On 9/11 might you tell us what you were doing that day 10 years past, if you were flying, what happened, and what you thought at the time?
Captain Dave is back in the groove! Super cool! Love it!
Great post! You really need to write a book, like you really have time to do so. :) Best blog on the net.
You not only greased the landing, but you also rolled the blogpost onto the screen, with nary a bounce or jolt.
Why, I spilt nary a drop of bourbon!
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Hi Dave and thanks for another great post. (Hmm. We had to wait a while for this one...) I too would want to fly with The General's Daughter. Sharp, qualified folks are fun to work with. That said, changing legs and taking the takeoff at PHX is not so much a right, but a responsibility. Any abort call is your anyway, so why not already have the controls? A 22(C) drop in 7k feet is huge, I'd bet that you can feel the performance difference before your E.J. trims the thrust. Cool, if thin air on top is the comfort zone, yes? FOr landing, she makes fun, but recognizses the master's art. She too can do it and well, but hot days are Captain's days. She was not timid and could have flown the leg. Still, she Managed her Captain into flying the leg - and with a big smile. It is not just CRM or equality or being smart. It is safe flying by a TEAM of qualified drivers. You think you won. She thinks that she won. The pax and everyone else know that everyone won - 'cause it got done right. All that said, you were thinking about warm brakes at take-off. Was brake temp on her radar? You thought about runway length and one engine climb in a density-altitude environment. She knows what it is, of course, but has she every flown a power-limited jet in that environment? Good call and a great post. Hmm - Why do we have to wait so long. You would not dare claim a bit of private life, would you ? Thanks for another good one, Dave. You write extremely well. -Craig
Yay! Capt. Dave is back!
today05. My dad was a B-17 pilot out of England in WWII, too. I always wanted to fly and took lessons a couple years ago at 60. I can assure that the genetic factor didn't help me at all. Soloed, but it took a loooong time and I didn't go on. It's way more like riding a motorcycle or rowing a drift boat than driving a car.
Glad you are back. I kept coming back to check the site and no new posts. I was getting a little worried ....
A well described landing at my home port.
Today05. My dad also flew B-17s out of England during the War. I can assure you there was no genetic advantage in my case. Two years ago, at 60, I took lessons. I soloed, but it took a looonggg time. I didn't finish my license. It's a very fluid skill--more like rowing a drift boat or riding a motorcyle than driving a car.
I don't know, all this praise - poor Capt. Dave's probably getting a case of performance anxiety!
Talking of copilots - you may or may not of seen this poem before, its by Keith Murray (a pilot - google for more info) and was written in 1941:
I am the co-pilot, I sit on the right,
It’s up to me to be quick and bright;
I never talk back for I have regrets,
But I have to remember what the Captain forgets.
I make out the flight plan and study the weather,
Pull up the gear, stand by to feather;
Make out the mail forms and do the reporting;
And fly the old crate while the Captain is courting.
I take the readings, adjust the power,
Put on the heaters when we’re in a shower;
Tell him where we are on the darkest of night,
And do all the bookwork without any light.
I call for my Captain and buy him cokes;
I always laugh at his corney jokes;
And once in a while when his landings are rusty,
I always come through with, "By gosh it’s gusty".
All in all I’m a general stooge,
As I sit on the right of the man I call "Scrooge";
I guess you think this is past understanding,
But maybe some day he will give me a landing.
Lovely post, as always, Capt. Dave
Bev - I currently have Vancouver and Male in the Maldives in my HTC weather station but may now PHX!
Take care everyone
Dave from the UK
Great post Dave, She flies the aircraft like she came from the factory pre-installed as an auto-pilot. Thats classic!
Welcome back, Dave. Seems like every post tops the last one.
I had a flight on an A380, SFO to CDG last month. What a nice trip! That packed plane lifted up like a feather, no sense of struggle or strain lifting all that weight. Especially fun was a live cam showing taxiing, take off and landing. Spellbound!
Wonderful Captain Dave! You're a great inspirational source :)
Bas from The Netherlands
Captain Dave, so many gems in a beautifully worked setting! I'm still smiling, thanks..
Fantastic reading, I enjoy your writing immensely. Like other readers, I was worried you stopped blogging. Glad you are still at it!
Well great post, I loved it, one of the best!..and glad to see another blog from you, was kinda worried!...keep up the good work.. Whick
Heard a pilot arrive in YYC tonight from PHX that sounded something like I imagine you would sound like on the radio. Maybe it was you? Hmmmm
Great write as usual. Descriptive, pithy and written with droll humor.
Excellent! Glad you're back!
Unbelievable account! I felt like I was right there the entire time! Especially love the description of the landing.
Captain Dave!
In tennis, when one faces a ball that is coming above the limit of what one imagines one can handle, the tendency is to rush the shot and look up before the stroke is completed. The result of the head moving is that the ball is not hit correctly.
In your training, is there any practice for situations that are outside of what you are familiar with? Seems to me that repeating the known over and over deteriorates the capacity to handle the unknown situation, the emergency situation that requires the cool and panic free response that is missing in tennis players when they hit a ball out of their comfort zone.
Is there training for that?
This relply is for Tim:
Tim, I had the same dream and passion for flying when I was a young boy. I remember riding my bicycle to the airport and standing at the fence hoping to get a peek inside an airplane. Sometimes a pilot would look over at me and ask me if I would like to take a look. If only you could have seen my smile. And then there were days my mom would drive into ORD so I could look at some jets(and props). We would sit there for hours. Watching planes and pilots/stewardesses walk by. FA's now. I will never forget when someone at the Continental gate seen my face glued to the window. Asked if I would like to take a look inside. Oh my, is all I can say. I was in heaven. I could go on and on about the thoughtful pilots I had met that let me take a peek inside. My hats off to them! I did not end up following my dream due to some stupid choices that I made as a teenager. Which I regret with all my heart. But, at thirty four, a miracle happened, and thanks to my Lord , I'm with jets everyday, fixing and taxiing them. So Tim, what I am saying to you is, "Don't give up that dream." There is a will and way, just don't give up that passion, drive and love, and you will be in that seat. In my opinion, the best way to get their is by using the Govt's money by joining service. Best of luck on your adventure!
Excellent ending! Thanks for the laugh.
Don't you just love it when it goes good:)
Good day from an cloudy and icy Johannesburg
Thank you once again for sharing your experiences at the sharp end. For many of us who have more than a passing interest in aviation, your insights and ability to share them in such a descriptive way are truly something to look forward to. Many of us share the humour, enjoyment, privilige, tension, stress, excitement and the overwhelming beauty of our tiny planet, as seen and experienced from your office - such is the quality of your writing.
Then there are those who participate in a 'double bonus'! When you leave us, the wanna-cant-b pilots, with little interesting snippets, to whit - Brake Temperatures and then leave it to us to explore a little more of your world, it makes your blog post worth reading 4 or 5 times.
So I read with interest about temps of '150c or 300c' or hydraulic fluids flash point at 425c - and Wheel Well issues - WOW! Added to the 'fans on' versus 'fans off' options with OAT and runway temperatures and my admiration for you and your professional colleagues climbs like an 'angel heading home'. I am amazed at the breadth of the technical issues you are mindfull of, for our mutual safety.
So then thanks Dave for sharing these things with us - makes the day a whole lot warmer. One of your fans from usually sunny SA - not today though.
BTW has the General's daughter commented on your Mr Stack impersonations - bet she had some classic remarks.
The answer is probably no, but it's worth a shot
Will you (or can you) share your views or opinions on the 330 capt who got escorted from the airport because she refused to take the aircraft with some defects. Been keeping up on pprune but it's still a mystery to me what really is happening
Bigiorn,
Thanks very much for the reply, and it's great to see that you got there in the end.
Yes, it's what I really want to do, but most pilots regret their career choice, and so do a lot of people who chose not to become pilots.
It's a tricky one, but I really appreciate your response-every story I hear seems to sway my view one way or another.
Aviation certainly doesn't seem to be for the faint-hearted, when you think of all the change in the industry since it began. At least some things that will never change are the view out the winow, cutting edge technology, and flight itself, which are some of the main reasons I want to pursue this career. That, and of course this incredible blog.
Hopefully I, and all the other wannabe's reading this blog, will look back in 20 years (with Captain Daves book in hand, of course) and say that it helped us achieve our goal.
Once again, thanks for the reply, and enjoy your work!
Dave, 135 ops have got me all over during some crazy hours. Some of my favorite times are waiting at the FBO's and catching up on your posts. Thanks for your great blog and thanks for being my mentor in many regards. Tim
3 things you don't wanna hear in the flight deck
From the F/E : We have a problem
From the CPT: Watch this !!!
From the F/O : I have an idea
:D
Call me slow but I am still mesmerised by the notion that a human being can fly all the way from Europe (say) to Seattle in ten (ish) hours over sea and mostly snow while our passenger expectations for the most part are based on minimising boredom en route! All those hours cooped up in a tube a l'etrangers as we do away with time and history with a convenience narrative every journey. It's damn miraculous Captain Dave, sometime in the next hundred years our grandchildren will look at this gilded period of ridiculously easy airborne travel and call it "Jetwardian". Do you think us audience need a jolt in that direction - while remaining in awe of the engineering and airmanship that make us simultaneously carp and benefit?!
Laughed the whole way!
Great post.
Bev
Cape Town 8.08 pm - Temp 13 deg C.
Temp in Phoenix, AZ: 33 deg C.
Bev, Phoenix is actually quite a city. Scottsdale is REALLY Nice and Cave Creek north of that is one of the places we are thinking about relocating from cold rainy Seattle... mostly so we can swim in our pool at midnight, year round. I've seen temps there as High as 127°F/52°C, but those of us who grew up in the desert know it's often up to 10-15 degrees HOTTER, OUT IN the desert, vs In Town.
You just have to have LOTS of SOLAR PANELS to pay the electric bill for the Air Conditioning (with 350days a year of bright sun, it's a shame not to) Lots of A/C, a garage to park the car in, (Or else you have to hold the steering wheel with oven mittens) and without a doubt, a built in BBQ/Fireplace, Patio and Pool in the back yard.
You have very little grass to mow, lots of low maintenance desert landscape and therefore, plenty of time to enjoy the pool! (Especially if you work from Home, Like me and the 4 dogs!)
Life is not that bad in Phoenix, Even with 120°F/48°C heat! By the way, it's ONLY about 100° there this week :) (That's a breeze in AUGUST) http://www.weather.com/weather/tenday/USAZ0031
Oh, so glad I dropped back to see "jetwardian" ... uh ... really good.
Captain, please please please tell me that the General's Daughter is ensconced in the left seat. I haven't seen much of her lately, and she obviously has what "it" demands. I want to believe. She flies like an angel ... can she also write Dave? ... One can hope.
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