Shave & a Haircut

It wasn’t really a close call with the developing storm, but it was still a little furry

The first time I tackled a real hill on snow skis, I stood at the top with a confident smile and thought, “I can do this.” Somewhere in the middle, I was riding a tiger and afraid to dismount. At the end, with shaking knees I screwed up my bravado and said, “Let’s do that again.”

So it was with a recent flight. Except for the do it again part. I was flying on a day when thunderstorms were popping up throughout the southeast like fireflies on a summer night. Despite the best efforts of the National Weather Service and the Stormscope, I was heading right toward one as I flew toward my destination.

The approach controller had cleared me for the GPS approach and given me vectors toward the...