Thursday, December 20, 2012

'Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
In hopes that -- come morning -- they all would be there.

The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.

He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick."
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial,
"St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final."
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!

With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?

While controllers were sittin', and scratchin their heads,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower."

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard, "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,
And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost,
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead."
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
"Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"

He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
"Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight.

Thanks to J. Rosser for submitting this great poem... 

Sunday, December 9, 2012

EAA Chapter Flyout

We are planning our first Flyout under the direction of Russ Roberts to Page, AZ (KPGA)
Here is Russ's email:
With, and all in agreement that Tuesday December 11, will be either "sunny" or "mostly sunny" in Page, AZ, I propose that date and place as our first fly-out.

The ETA in KPGA will be 11:30am MST (1830Z). This being winter, Arizona and Utah are on the same time zones. We will meet at Classic Aviation FBO. Be there at or before 11:30am. Call me for last minute delays or changes on cellphone 435-590-7610.

For those unfamiliar, the GA ramp is northwest of the terminal. (Do not take the terminal exit from the runway. The preferred GA exit is toward the north end.) There are two FBO's and they actively compete for business. You may actually see two follow-me vehicles meet you as you turn in the ramp. If so, follow Classic Aviation. If no follow-me from Classic, park on the west side of the GA ramp. Classic's office is on the southwest corner of the GA ramp. We'll meet there.

If we get at least three planes and the weather holds, we will proceed. If not, we will postpone to another date when more may be able to participate.  After checking the TAF's on Monday afternoon, I will send an email about 18:00 confirming that we are going or cancelling.

For now, promptly send me an email if you plan to go with the usual A/C type, N number, people, etc.

If you were coming from Hurricane Airport and would be flying a Cessna 172, this is what your flight plan may look like:

Young Eagle Flight

Please join us for the first Young Eagles Flight of the year!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Chapter Meeting & Christmas Party

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Any questions please contact:

Patrick or Jen Carroll
EAA Chapter 936

EAA Chapter meeting is the second Thursday of each month.
Location does change.
6 pm