7/2017
This may sound outrageous to those reading it today, but they were the good old days.
I can remember when pilots thought nothing about flying after a drink or 2. I remember military pilots flying despite what they had been doing the few hours before takeoff. I remember a commercial pilot, co-pilot and navigator sitting in the airport bar having drinks while waiting for the plane to be readied. The pilot carried the last drink with him as they walked to the loading gate. He set a low ball glass on a table and walked close enough to me that I smelled whiskey on his breath. But, that was the good old days.
But, we didn’t have depressed co-pilots flying the plane into the Alps and killing everyone on board. In fact, the safety statistics then were better than today. But, that was the good old days.
Musings from your grumpy uncle/Brother Dave.
Weary.