killbilly
Vocals, Lyrics, Triangle, Washboard, Kittens
Haven't flown in three weeks. Was attacked by a fit of nostalgia, which led to this post...
Back around late '99 I was living on Dexter Avenue in Seattle, in a high-rise that was ridiculously expensive for studio-apartment rent. On Saturday mornings when it wasn't raining I'd sit on the roof of my building, nursing a hangover, and swallowing aspirin around sips of coffee. I'd contemplate my recent-ex, the dumb chess moves I'd made the night before at the Dexter And Hayes pub, potential liver damage and the uncertainty of where being a phone jockey was going to take me...
One of the things that gave me solace was the Beavers, Otters and Twotters that would glide in over the lake to land at Kenmore Air's terminal on Lake Union. That's the life, I thought. Sure, it doesn't pay much, but it's got to be a good life...
Fast-forward a decade. I've earned my PPL, I'm sitting on my balcony in Austin, hung over, and a 172 passes over, kinda low. And I have a pseudo-flashback to Seattle.
So I yank out the laptop and do a little searching...and I found this...
http://www.kenmoreair.com/sub_content.php?content_type=1107
It's linked off the jobs section.
Am I reading this right? Is my early 20s fantasy-dream-job a PFJ/PFT operation? Because, God help me, I'm ten years older and wiser and still like the idea of flying that gig. It's the kind of job that would make me reconsider present decisions about flying for a living. I think. I'm not totally sure. But if that's the case...well...I'm slightly heartbroken.
Say it ain't so, Joe....
Back around late '99 I was living on Dexter Avenue in Seattle, in a high-rise that was ridiculously expensive for studio-apartment rent. On Saturday mornings when it wasn't raining I'd sit on the roof of my building, nursing a hangover, and swallowing aspirin around sips of coffee. I'd contemplate my recent-ex, the dumb chess moves I'd made the night before at the Dexter And Hayes pub, potential liver damage and the uncertainty of where being a phone jockey was going to take me...
One of the things that gave me solace was the Beavers, Otters and Twotters that would glide in over the lake to land at Kenmore Air's terminal on Lake Union. That's the life, I thought. Sure, it doesn't pay much, but it's got to be a good life...
Fast-forward a decade. I've earned my PPL, I'm sitting on my balcony in Austin, hung over, and a 172 passes over, kinda low. And I have a pseudo-flashback to Seattle.
So I yank out the laptop and do a little searching...and I found this...
http://www.kenmoreair.com/sub_content.php?content_type=1107
It's linked off the jobs section.
Am I reading this right? Is my early 20s fantasy-dream-job a PFJ/PFT operation? Because, God help me, I'm ten years older and wiser and still like the idea of flying that gig. It's the kind of job that would make me reconsider present decisions about flying for a living. I think. I'm not totally sure. But if that's the case...well...I'm slightly heartbroken.
Say it ain't so, Joe....