We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Along the way in a triple-7 from Bangalore to Leipzig, these guys discuss flying and lots of other things including all of the things in the cockpit and show you all around a cargo aircraft. The copilot explains how he became a professional pilot through apprenticeship. Germans are big on apprenticeship, the US not much unfortunately. Germans speak excellent English.
Well I was only going to watch a few minutes, but I'm already halfway through! What jumped out at me were the cameras. I have long suggested that U.S. air carriers have similar cameras on every flight for accident analysis. Unfortunately, the Unions, airlines, and pilots are dead set against cameras in the cockpit. That's sad.
On movies, I used to videotape all my laparoscopic surgeries. The hospital was unhappy about it but I could see no reason not to. I kept the tapes for a month to be sure there was no complication, then I offered them to the patients. About 1/3 wanted them. One first grader took his to school and shared his appendectomy. It was a hoot.
A Pan Am 727 flight, waiting for start clearance in Munich, overheard the following: Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"
Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."
Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war!"
Back in the days when tourists were still allowed to tour Parliament, my wife and I lined up on a Saturday morning for the tour. A man who looked official came along the line and told us to go to the head of the line right at the door. We did so, a bit mystified. Soon he was back with others to join the little group. We soon figured out that he was collecting everyone he heard speaking English, I finally asked why he was doing this and he replied, "They couldn't get here in the War and I'm not helping them now."
In 1985, on a flight from Mazatlan to Seattle all the stewardess disappeared. But the pilot had left the cabin intercom on after his last notification to the cabin. It was feint but you could hear giggling and flirting and the plane was flying quite low and erratically. I think the pilots were letting the stewardess fly the plane while they fooled around a little.
"Bad pilots, Spanish conversation"