tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15935045.post114055362567242581..comments2024-01-19T02:23:51.665-06:00Comments on Journal Wunelle: Help! I've Fallen Inside My Head & I Can't Get Up!wstachourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12447198404608861357noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15935045.post-1140649200594391682006-02-22T17:00:00.000-06:002006-02-22T17:00:00.000-06:00So you don't wish me dead? ;-)"He started his car...So you don't wish me dead? ;-)<BR/><BR/>"He started his career at Piedmont flying DC-3s, and when he retired in 1985, was flying 727s and 737s."<BR/><BR/>The DC-3 is the spiritual predecessor to my beloved DC-8. I have not flown a DC-3 (pistons, not jets, and unpressurized; one of THE iconic aircraft designs in history) but have flown with a lot of people who have. I have logged some time in a 727 as a flight engineer. These are all three considered the absolute pinnacle of the "old school" though the 737 continues in new, modern iterations.<BR/><BR/>From a pilot's perspective, he hit all the high spots.wstachourhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12447198404608861357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15935045.post-1140645570056582882006-02-22T15:59:00.000-06:002006-02-22T15:59:00.000-06:00There was a pilot obituary in our local paper tod...There was a <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/WinstonSalem/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=16824013" REL="nofollow"> pilot obituary</A> in our local paper today. I thought of you. Not because I wish you were dead, but because I knew you'd know what the hell planes they're talking about.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10714611053885993657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15935045.post-1140579957243579862006-02-21T21:45:00.000-06:002006-02-21T21:45:00.000-06:00Wow! 1790! Our house dates from 1870, but that's...Wow! 1790! Our house dates from 1870, but that's child's play next to your old one. Such history.<BR/><BR/>But yeah, it's fascinating to contemplate previous residents. A professor at Lawrence College here in town died in the study of this house a hundred years ago, and before the owners previous to us bought it it had become an apartment house that saw one of Appleton's biggest drug busts. We offer (so far, knock on wood) no such additions to the juicy lore.wstachourhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12447198404608861357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15935045.post-1140569024200023352006-02-21T18:43:00.000-06:002006-02-21T18:43:00.000-06:00I feel much the same way about houses. I loathe ne...I feel much the same way about houses. I loathe new houses. I adore old houses, with their creaks and layers of different paint colors. The house we lived in in Georgetown dated from the 1790s. I loved imagining other people who had lived there before me.<BR/><BR/>(The house we're in now is 1940s, which is about the youngest I'll take.)Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10714611053885993657noreply@blogger.com