Perfect timing Paul, not to mention yet another delightful play on words by aviation’s best wordsmith. Perfect timing because on Friday our airport manager told me they were going to be circulating through our hangars to lubricate our windlasses. (My door has two of those levers.) Well, he didn’t really use the word “windlasses”. Not sure he knows what one is but that’s what he meant.
Speaking of visitors, yesterday I was honored by the visit of a retired lineman and his son who incidentally even brought their own beer. And wouldn’t you know it, they immediately rolled their chairs, you said it Paul, to precisely beneath the guillotine which serves as a hangar door. That’s the spot where you can catch a breeze and still officially be in the hangar so to speak.