Nice relaxing entertainment here Paul. Thank you for the distraction.
Where were Thornton Freeland, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers when I needed them most? That would have been during the results of the 2008 economic downturn when corporate pilots were dropping like flies from rosters and I had to recycle myself back into the industry at the age of 60 by taking a job flying a milk run from Miami to Rio. Somehow while flying down to Rio, the intertropical convergence zone, arrival slots, departure slots, Brazilian customs at one end and US customs at the other obscured any racy footage of braless dancers and dresses ripped off by the slipstream on that swept wing. But, hey, it’s aviation to which some of us are addicted in a hopeless, dysfunctional codependence.
Now more than a decade lapsed, I look back on those midnight flights and can actually see the dancers on the wing.