So, I’m standing in Hudson News at DFW this afternoon, pretending to select a magazine (but really in a bit of a post-meeting fog), when the lights in the airport newsstand suddenly appeared to dim.
It wasn’t an emergency situation, or even a passing storm. No, the tallest airline pilot I have ever seen in my life stood next to me and temporarily blotted out the light!
I kid you not — this guy must have been seven feet tall! I spent the rest of my time at the racks watching him stare at magazines and wondered…
How the heck does he fit in that teeny tiny cockpit??
Granted, in the post-9/11 era, none of us are doing cockpit tours a la “Airplane!” But from the quickest of peeks that I’ve taken when boarding, their ride looks even more cramped than mine back in coach.
So, I did what I always do when I have a question — I turn to Google. According to airlinepilotforums.com, all jets have adjustable rudder pedals and seats. So, presumably, even the Goliath pilot that was purchasing woodworking mags earlier today has legroom during his flight.
So, now I know. And now you know.
And when I get on my flight today, I’m going to ask the flight attendant where my adjustable rudder pedals are!
Timeout
I’ve spent a lot of time in the Dallas Fort Worth Airport over the years.
If I’m waiting for my flight home, you’ll most often find me — depending on my departure terminal — in Chili’s or Friday’s or near the closest electrical outlet.
Today my sister Lou and I killed a couple of hours in the Cowtown Bar in Terminal A. And I’m pretty sure…
It’s a portal back in time.
Let’s just say, it caught the eye.
The music mix also took us back. “Last Kiss” started playing — “Last Kiss!” I remember a group called Wednesday made a version of that song popular in 1974. It has literally been a decade since I’ve heard that song.
This was followed by other hits from long ago. I felt like I had fallen into a time warp.
Then a couple came into the restaurant with their three-year old daughter. She was the spitting image of actress Abigail Breslin (Little Miss Sunshine, No Reservations, Nim’s Island). I decided it was her.
Which convinced me — we had traveled back in time.
Tragically, I didn’t look any younger.
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