Short Final


First night XC with instructor.

The route was going to take us over my home at 11:00pm, so I turned on my aviation scanner in my home for my wife so I could tell her goodnight. As we passed over my home at 6,500′, I had failed to push the flip-flop to the air-to-air frequency and was still on approach.

“Goodnight, Susan. I hope you sleep well.”

What I can only envision as a large, hairy-armed controller:
“The name is Bart, and they like it a lot better if we stay awake.”

I apologized and changed to the air-to-air freq with my CFI laughing.

Ed Bandy
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