Chapter 3
At long last it was time for my first day at work. I was briefed by Joey, who’d just finished his shift. Not much in the way of commercial traffic, but this time of year there were a lot of recreational aircraft coming and going. As expected, there was Cyrus. “You’ll be hearing a lot from him. He loves his float plane, so we rarely see him come into the station to file flight plans. He may phone in for a weather briefing or to close a flight note, but other than that, he just calls in as he’s leaving the lake.”
“Elk Pond radio, Elk Pond radio, this is Golf Mike Kilo Romeo. I’m taxiing on the lake, three miles southwest, heading for Sullivan’s Pond. I’ll file a flight note when airborne, over.”
Speak of the devil, I thought as I put on my headset, and flipped the switch for the
