Short Final


Years ago, like 1960, I was a newly hired DC-3 co-pilot for Continental Air Lines. We could fly either VFR or IFR, depending the weather situation at the time. Needless to say, we went for VFR whenever we could.

[One day,] the weather wasn’t the greatest, but we thought VFR would work. Called ground for taxi clearance, and they came back with:
“Continental, are you VFR or IFR?”

Naturally, we came back with:

We bantered back and forth several times, and the last time they asked us they same question. The captain, in exasperation, said:
“We’re UFR.”

Ground control came back and said:
“You’re what?”

The Captain answered:
“Yah. Undecided.”

Lee Meyners