I met up with Differ, kind of by accident. A pub was involved, as you might imagine, and we both walked in. He was actually there to meet an old Air Force buddy (call sign CARTMAN), which led to a most enjoyable evening of listening to flying stories.
And stories about NATO pilots, hence the title of this post. And Cartman has me quasi convinced that the Malaysian Airliner mystery didn't involve an electrical fire, but rather a hijacking. Hearing the systems described leads me to think that the loss of the transponders and radio didn't happen by a catastrophic failure, because of quintuple (!) redundancies.
Plus, Differ brought his sweet Camaro which did its V-8 thing down Canton street.
I must say that after the last week, this (and last night's meeting with JP) was a cool drink of water on a hot day. Good times, good conversation, and good company, and not thinking about doctors and recovery plans.
So who's up for a blog meet? It would be fun to have it at Mulligan's in Marietta. Ride your bike (or drive your Camaro). I expect that there are a ton of topics that can be discussed through the filter of "Gay or European?" ...
Leave a comment if you'd be interested, and preferred dates and times (Sunday afternoon sometime that isn't Palm Sunday or Easter?).