New Beginnings (Sequel Post #1)
It had been a long winter in Vermont, and soon after the breakup with Steve, I knew I needed to get away from seeing him at the airport. It was awkward when we crossed paths, and I think it showed to everyone at the office. Don tried to assign the flights so we wouldn't be there
On one of those days in early spring, I sat at the pilots’ desk getting ready for a flight to Poughkeepsie, New York. Lyle came in from behind me and slid the latest Trade-A-Plane newspaper on top of my paperwork. He had opened it up to the Help Wanted page.
Needed For Summer:
Pilot with Commercial License,
minimum 1000 hours, to fly glider
tow plane at Franconia Airport, NH.
Call Joe S.
Lyle knew the situation. He also knew I wanted to leave Mountain Air because of
“Joe said he also needs an instructor for his Cessna.”
“You already spoke with him?”
"Yeah, and he wants to talk to you about it! You’d be flying his Piper Pawnee to tow the gliders.
The Pawnee was a low-wing, single-engine, single-seat airplane mainly used for crop dusting. Joe’s Pawnee had
I had to admit I liked the idea. Glider towing was another type of flying I hadn’t done yet, and I was always up for learning a new aircraft.
“Okay.” I said as I stood up to go. “Suppose we do this—then we still have to find a place to live.”
“I already did!” He was excited to the point of squirming, following me out the door onto the ramp. "There’s a vacation condo resort there for winter skiers, and they’re practically giving summer rentals away.
By the end of the week, it was official. I would start towing gliders for Joe on June 1st, Lyle would
NEXT WEEK: Phone call from Ren