Newark is not my favorite airport. The drive from my home in Connecticut is long and can be fraught with the horrors of standstill traffic. The scenery on the New Jersey turnpike has all the appeal of a trip to the local landfill. The airport itself is famous for its “blue sky” departure and arrival delays.
I was pleasantly surprised that morning when Carol and I pulled up to the curb at the terminal unscathed and ahead of schedule. Carol was flying out to visit her family in Minnesota. I was flying out later that afternoon to begin a turnaround to Miami. I would be the check airman for Linda Wackerman on her first operating experience (OE) trip.
