tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35971466.post3848700597899933363..comments2024-02-26T23:31:07.357-07:00Comments on Joe Sharkey.com: Vanity Fair and the Cowardly, Fatuous Mr. Langewiesche (Part I)Joesharkey.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113631846708664463noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35971466.post-76240991119058797872009-03-12T02:02:00.000-07:002009-03-12T02:02:00.000-07:00Joe,I simply can't conceive of the circles in whic...Joe,<BR/><BR/>I simply can't conceive of the circles in which you travel -- it simply boggles the mind. The simple fact that you go to bed each night remembering that fateful day alone boggles the mind.<BR/><BR/>I was once on a Pan Am 747 from Heathrow to New York when I was somewhat younger and one hour out they turned the whole goddamn plane around and went back to Heathrow. Go figure. But they said "Hydraulics" and even at that tender age my skin crawled.<BR/><BR/>Then I was on an A-340 from KIX to YVR that actually aborted takeoff midway and blew all its tires doing it, but Jesus W. Christ Jr., it doesn't hold a candle to what happened to you.<BR/><BR/>I was following your story from the second it happened (I'm an airline brat, I happen to do these things) but it's an appalling one, and people who purport to write for major magazines, (plus the magazines themselves) should account for any bullshit in a case like this.<BR/><BR/>Jesus fucking christ (sorry, French is not my forte). As if they could layer any more bullshit on your conscience.<BR/><BR/>You were a) not the PF (Pilot Flying) and PNF (Pilot Not Flying), nor were you ATC or ANY OTHER ACRONYM other than Jerk6B (passenger in 6B).<BR/><BR/>Whatever.<BR/><BR/>Go for it. Nail the asshole. Make him go to sleep with your memories if you can possibly do it. Work on that!<BR/><BR/>He derseves it; YOU DON'T.ChefNickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14506706291656673082noreply@blogger.com