On airline travel. As the gravity assisted covid riddled droplets, being heavier than air, settle on aircraft seats and floors, pangs of somewhat controllable anxiety hit my inners. Do not touch, I murmur. A real concern. All this reminds me of the tenseness while on patrols in the jungles of Vietnam. Gotta remain wide-eyed wearing surgical masks, steel pots, and combat boots. Or the covid’s gonna getcha! On second thought, I rather be there, then, than here, now. Excuse my grammar.
On flight schools. I think they develop their own close quarter, pre-a-symptomatic (new word) Covid-19 WX. Flight Instructors and students may run wild or maybe not. Instructors who have other incomes may stay away, especially old guys like me. Others continue instructing. That’s what I’m seeing. Some years ago, flight schools in the USA numbered around 4000. Large and small. Then after 9/11 many schools closed. I think the total was reduced to 2000. I would think that flight schools will shrink again, as the ongoing health and economic threat is turning all upside down. But, there is hope, the customer base will also shrink. But not disappear. So some will adjust, streamline, keep the ball rolling. Oh! Anyone interested in two C172s?