Well, my prediction was true. The only flight suit I saw today was my buddy Bill who was helping a reporter who had lost his wife find her again. She’d been by our press information centre earlier looking for him. Sweet older couple. They eventually found each other again, and came back to the PIC to let us know there was a happy ending.
Never made it to the flight line. Tomorrow I’m going. Keeping my fingers crossed that it’s a slow day again in the PIC so I can get out there.