Check airman Dick Azzarito shook my hand with a firm grip. Both of us were grinning. After being employed by my dream airline for only five and a half years, I had just completed captain’s IOE (Initial Operating Experience) on the B-727. Although I did my best to appear nonchalant, a glance at the four stripes on my sleeve probably forced an expression that betrayed my subdued elation. At the ripe old age of 33, this was a culmination of the years climbing the flying employment ladder. Ramen noodle dinners would be an option and not a budgetary constraint.
As if the moment wasn’t enough of a career epitome, Dick surprised me with an offer. He said, “You did a great job. I’d like you to consider being a line check airman when you finish up your 100 hours and have six months in the left seat.”
