En route from San Antonio, Texas to Kerb Wille, I let my 19-year-old private pilot daughter run the radios:
"Center, Piper Five Six Six Seven Romeo."
"Piper Six Seven Romeo, go ahead."
"Request flight following."
"Piper Six Seven Romeo, state vour location, altitude, and destination."
"Uh, San Antonio."
"Piper Six Seven Romeo, when you figure out where you are and where you want to go, give us a call back."
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