Don’t Walk a Mile in My Shoes

In the mid-1990s, I worked at McDonnell-Douglas in Southern California and would rent a Cessna 152 every Wednesday at 5:00 pm to fly out of Long Beach airport for pleasure and to keep current. Co-workers knew of my flying routine and one day, a young woman asked if she could get a ride with me. […]
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