USAir Pilot found on Kauai in Snorkeling Accident

[WSurf]

Not to diminish or demean the intent of the thread, but as an observation, is the bottom year for furloughs at USAirways still in 1988 or '89? If so was he hired when he was 18 or 19?

Guess you didn't know there was a merger between US Airways and America West.

 

[Itsallsogood]

Ted was a Class Act. A very good person and he will be sorely missed. My sincere condolences to his family, wife and son.

We lost a good one.

 

[PulluP]

Guess you didn't know there was a merger between US Airways and America West.

I did, but I didn't realize the 'AWA side' was flying to Hawaii, I assumed it had been an old USAirways route....

 

[Hpilot]

I did, but I didn't realize the 'AWA side' was flying to Hawaii, I assumed it had been an old USAirways route....

I can see how you would think that. We announced the Hawaii flying just before the merger. The flying is done with AWA 757s.

 

[PropPiedmont]

Ted taught me how to fly. I knew him when he was a new, young instructor. He taught me a lot about flying and helped me get my Private Pilot License. He was a good guy. I was totally shocked to see the news about him. He always made flying fun.

 

[ootskdog]

Godspeed Ted....and God bless your family....

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I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.

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There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"

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And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my Son, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"

 

[Rez O. Lewshun]

ALPA has a relief fund for its members...