I’ve been thinking about some of the stories from my flying years. There were so many, but one in particular stands out after all these years.
It was late winter in 1990. We arrived in St. Louis after the last flight of the third day of a four-day trip crisscrossing the United States. I was standing outside the cockpit with the captain and co-pilot saying goodbye to the deplaning passengers (yes, that was the protocol for airline pilots back then). Toward the end of the line, an elderly lady with bluish-gray hair smiled at us as she approached.
She stopped in front of the head flight attendant and, pointing at me, said, “I didn’t know the captain had a secretary!”