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I was doing a cockpit enroute inspection not long ago. When I get down the jetway I find the crew talking with a couple of youngish civilain types. Turns out they're Air Marshalls. I'm guessing one was a trainee. So once in the cockpit the Capt informs me that he's legally armed. The jumpseat on a 737 is right in front of the cockpit door. So I'm thinking about the 2 guns behind me in first class, and the one gun in front of me. And me being right in the line of fire. About then the FO asked my name again..."Target" I replied.

I probably have enough miles on most of the carriers for whatever their super elite status is called. Unfortunately all my miles the last few years are in the cockpit jumpseat and they don't credit nuthin if you don't pay.

I thought relative work was when you couldn't go to the DZ because you had family in town. "Can't jump, I gotta do relative work." Name it what you want Bill. A rose by any other name...

It sounds like there's a bunch of leading-edge but anti-corporate Yodas of skydiving toiling night and day to ensure that nothing better can be built. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Did you just call Mad Dog a "yoda"?

All right...Give me a better one. You've got one week ________________________________________________

Many years ago Bill got tired of being sued everytime somebody bounced. Even if his product had nothing to do with it, they still went after him because he had insurance. So he dropped his product liability insurance. I remember him being very happy the day I gave him a bumper sticker that read: "First we kill all the lawyers". I think he had that on his van for quite a while.

At Burning Man a few years ago. There was a joint called "The Punani Trim Parlor" Women could get trimmed, waxed, even dyed. There were quite a few blue/ purple/ red/ polka dot bushes that year.

There are some pretty hot girls at the PE. However, you might find that not all are actual "girls"

Tom used to fake heart attacks while climbing to altitude when i had a plane full of first jump students. That bastard ROCKED.

You googled power exchange!!! Laugh Believe it or not, I haven't been there yet. (queue htrammel to give me shit about it). ----------------------------------------------------------------- No way! You haven't been there? Oh my. Color me quite surprised. Perhaps we'll plan a "group outing" when next we visit your fair city...

Woah. Not sure you want to do that.

By all means look up the Power Exchange and add it to the list...It is certainly worth the entertainment valueWink Last time down to the Bay Area... I think peeps got skeered -------------------------------------------------------------- Been there done that. Depends on when you go. Sometimes okay...eh....sometimes not.

Easy. We lived in the mission and LOVE SOMA. So long as you are aware of your surroundings, they are both plenty safe.

I was at work at United Airlines Maintenance Operations Center in San Francisco. It was so surreal. We knew flt 93 was still in the air. We could pull up certain flight parameters on the computer, we just couldn't figure out where she was. By the time she crashed the entire airport was locked down. Humvees with guns on top circling the perimeter. Kelicopter was still at our apartment in Alameda, and I called and told her not to go to her office in downtown SF, that I would be home as soon as we were allowed to leave. Still seems so surreal, even today. And we've spent all this money and all these lives in Iraq? Ooops. That'll get me moved to SC.

Yeah, the instant healing was a bit much. Kelicopter laughed and said "they're just about to jump the shark".

I like Tera, too. I also took her husband Evan (Boihazard bass player) skydiving back in the early 90's. Nice guy...LUCKY guy.

Hey New England/ New York peeps. The wife, Kelicopter, is having a birthday. So we're having a little house party to celebrate. You're invited! There will be a mix of skydivers and Burning Man types. Some of them will still be dusty after returning from the playa that week. The theme is pajama party. So slip into your most comfortable or sexiest jammies. There is lots of room for sleep-overs. PM me for the details.

You got it. It was at the OLD Palatka. There's still a DZ there but not the same place we had back then.

Jeez, ya passed right by it. Not as far south as Flagler. And not near the beach. Think stinky paper mill.

Further south

Wasn't Amelia. THey weren't running back then. But the guy who had the DZ on Amelia in the late 90's was on the load. I believe his wife was as well. No it was a little DZ not too far south of Amelia Good times

A short story about someone's first naked jump and the children that were traumatized by it. Early 1990's, a small DZ in Northeast FL. A very nice female jumper was nearing her 100th. The DZO's wife had explained to her that the 100th jump was traditionally done naked. After convincing her that she could choose who jumped with her and that, yes, they would all be naked too, the jumper agreed. It was mid afternoon on a Sunday when she was about to make the big jump. We all donned our gear and threw on shorts over the legstraps, bikini tops for the girls, etc...We had all loaded the King Air and we sat on the taxiway waiting for the guest of honor. Ms DZO is standing on the boarding ladder and turns around to look for our naked newbie. Well here she comes toward the airplane wearing nothing but a rig, shoes, goggles and a smile. Apparently Ms. DZO had neglected to tell her that it's generally accepted that you wear something easily removed for the ride up. So she gets to the top of the ladder, we're laughing, and she's pissed 'cause we got clothes on. She demands that we get just as naked for the ride to altitude. It is HER 100th after all so we oblige and start passing our shorts and stuff back toward the door. She's standing in the door, facing inside(bare butt facing out) and chucking our clothes out as we taxi away. Did I mention this was a Sunday afternoon? And did I mention this was Northeast FL? It's a pretty small town and pretty much the buckle of the bible belt. Well, one of the local churches had decided to bring a van load of kids out to the DZ to watch the parachutists. They had done this before. Their timing was perfect as they arrived and were walking up to the DZ just in time to see a King Air taxi by with a really nice bare ass sticking out the door, and clothes being blown across the taxiway as they were chucked out the door by the owner of the aforementioned bare ass. I don't think the church youth group ever again came back to the DZ to watch the parachutists.

Doesn't matter. Those of us who can't be there NEED pics and stories. Kelly is still surviving on her Fluffy/ Ed wedding ceremony. and that was THREE years ago. We miss and love you NorCal peeps. Now get off your ass and post! Byron Love Henry and Kelicopter

Wow, Just...wow.

Thanks to those offers of aloe...that pic was taken 2 weeks ago and it's feeling much better now. ________________________________________________ You can never be too careful. Sometimes those burns can flare up again. I think you might need another intensive, professionally applied aloe treatment. And we'll need to make sure we get the surrounding areas as well. It's a little known fact that those types of burns can spread to unaffected skin. Wouldn't want you to experience an unexpected flare up. Just doing my civic duty.