I sat in Houston airport for four hours. Rob had to leave town, so I got a ride over at ten, but America West didn't have any earlier flights for me to take. Until 2:20 I sat and read over some of the course materials from the flight program.
The flight home was cool: I got to ride on two 737s. I peered into the cockpit on my way in and out of each plane. Yes - it's TOTALLY familiar. I know how to use it; I know where everything is. I could start it up. If these pilots passed out, I could land it, and probably the airplane would even be usable afterward.
Unfortunately, the pilots didn't pass out. Darn.
Chris picked me up at the airport and very graciously listened to me enthuse about the whole thing. I think the phrase "SO COOL" came out of my mouth about every four sentences. It took me a while to wind down.
Now I need a poster of the Boeing 737 cockpit. :-)
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