Aviators verses Pilots
I was out at a flying school a few weeks ago, and I could only describe the place as dreary. That’s fair considering the viz was less than 3 nm and the cloud base was scraping across the radio antenna. Dreary is a good description of the weather, but it was not out of place when applied to inside the flying school as well, Nothing was happening. Some vague mumbling came from behind closed briefing rooms doors, but other than that the loudest sound was that of the photocopier. "Where are all the students?" I asked the somewhat idle young lady behind the counter. She stared out the window as if to wonder what planet I had come from, and told me they'd all canceled because of the weather. And…
