Cockpit Chronicles: Caracas and New York
Being the only pilot on reserve, I figured I'd be getting a call to fly over the weekend. Sure enough, Camille called on Thursday to tell me I'd be departing at 6:30 the next morning. It was a new sequence that I hadn't flown yet. They took away our Panama City and Caracas trip and replaced it with a Caracas and New York layovers. While I wasn't really itching to fly to Caracas again, the idea of a day in Manhattan sounded like fun. We seem to get N.Y. layovers every year or two for a few months at a time.
John K. was the Captain and he was yet another one of the Boston pilots I enjoy flying with. I know I'm constantly pointing out how nice it is to fly with the Captains I'm paired up with, but I sincerely believe that Boston has the most good-natured group of pilots at the company. I have no scientific proof of that, but I'm sticking with it.
John and I had a great time in Paris a year ago, when he showed me that some bread, cheese and wine at the local grocery store can be the perfect way to enjoy Paris on a summer evening. So I knew we could find something interesting to do in New York.


I've flown with Captain Jim on the MD-80, the 737 and the 757/767. It's always a pleasure to work with him and we often discuss everything from politics to aviation -- but lately he's also become my mentor in photography. Jim has been trying to expand my interest in shooting in the manual mode on my Canon DSLR. I tend to spend more time with the angles and composition than the exposure and white balance of my photos. But whenever I'm on a trip with Jim, he brings along his gear and shows me how it should really be done.
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