How times change. When my dad first went to work for United, in 1952, he had a pilot's license. That's it. He had gotten that because he and one of his brothers wanted to start a trucking company from Dallas to Mexico City, and they wanted to fly down there to meet the trucks
My dad said his brother was the better natural pilot, but never got his license because he was afraid to go up solo. Their plans didn't pan out, and my dad was left with the license and nothing else. Then my grandmother showed him an ad in a Dallas newspaper which basically said "If you can fly and can make your way to Denver we'll give you all the tests and pay your way home." My dad did that, and they hired him. After training his first gig was flying DC-3s from Los Angeles to San Francisco, with several stops in between.
__________________
“Never do anything you can't take back.”
—Rocky Russo
|