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I Made a Burrito and Forgot to Shave

My job as a pilot is made much easier by checklists and routines. I do the same thing – the same way – every time. Checklists are written in a way that is intended to flow logically as we set up the cockpit for each phase of flight. It’s the times when something upsets that flow that checklist items are missed. You’re midway through a taxi checklist, and a radio call breaks the cadence of the “challenge and response,” and it’s easier (and safer) to start over rather than stumble back into it. My life has become a series of checklists. I’m not sure if I was made for aviation or if a career in aviation has made me the way I am. When I’m on a trip, each day I do the same thing – the same way – every time. My evening ritual in the hotel has been modified slowly over the years to become the most efficient it can be. I check into my room and immediately strip the garnish bedspread off the bed and lay out […]

My failed attempt at dog whispering

I was driving home today and saw a dog running around the neighborhood a few blocks from my house. Being the good neighbor and dog owner that I am, I figured it best to try and find the little fella’s owner before his nose got too cold, he got lost, or had a run-in with our village fox. I’m not sure what kind of dog he was—I’m no good with dog breeds. He was brown and looked friendly enough (you can see where this is going). I stopped the car and approached him on foot. Before we go any further, there is this sheet of ice in the road around the corner from my house that we joke about every couple of days: “When will that melt! Where does it come from? Why only there?” This is exactly where I parked, on the one sheet of ice in the neighborhood left since the snow melted. I didn’t slip—I didn’t fall. That would be too easy of a punch line. I approached the dog. I had on thick gloves and a

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