Chapter 8That Saturday morning I was sitting at the edge of my seat, teetering toward panic: passing through my mind was a scene from this old black and white film I’d seen as a kid: The pilots of an airliner got sick from food poisoning and put the plane on autopilot before they passed out. The stewardess came up to the flight deck to bring them some coffee, saw the unconscious pilots, dropped the coffee, and freaked out. The camera panned across the control panel, showing the wheels and throttle levers moving by themselves against a background of meters, dials, and buttons. The stewardess didn’t have the slightest idea how any of it worked….
….and neither did I! I was sitting on the edge of my seat freaking out in the WSIU Radio control room. I had slept through my alarm, arrived
