This is Harley

My favorite time of day is the morning. Morning is the beginning of a new day. It is quiet. It is peaceful. The sun is barely starting to rise. The birds are chirping. The only other people I see are the occasional fellow runner. The air is cool and my thoughts get clearer with each stride. The stresses of the day are either asleep, or well hidden. Their time will come, but it isn’t in the morning.

Life has a lot in common with flying. Both involve a series of small corrections to get to your destination. There will be unexpected weather, other aircraft that cross your flight path and there will be times when you have to land to let some nasty stuff pass. Staying calm in those situations will get you out trouble more so than panic ever will.

I just got back from a business trip to Minnesota. One of my kids asked me what it looked like. I told her “Imagine Oregon after someone ironed it”.