Another Texas Ranger story I once reported, circa 1960s, told about the Ranger who raided a gambling game near Sweetwater, out in our West Texas. When the Ranger parked his pickup, the boys sitting at the table got a warning, took all the money and chips off the table, but held the cards they hadn’t shone. Six foot, seven-inch tall Texas Ranger walks in, leans near the door, watches, says nothing. Says nothing some more.
Month: June 2018
Single Engine
“If you have time to spare, go by air.” Said often by we licensed, single-engine, non-instrument rated private pilots. Storms, fog, darkness, repair frequently made us wait our one-engine, four person plane on the ground. Six decades later, I remembered that old saying because we had waited nine hours to board, for the second time, an airline flight from DFW to Indianapolis. The first morning boarding lasted 30 minutes. Then the pilot
When Mama Flew Solo
Drop in on any hanger flying session and somebody is probably retelling their first solo flight when the instructor steps out of the plane and says, “Fly around the field twice and then come in.” The mother of four wrote that her heart started palpitating. Slightly “rattled” she turned onto the wrong taxi strip, a mistake similar to driving the wrong way on a one-way street. She called the airport tower and asked permission to