Pilot refuses scan, yada, yada, yada

Unidentified airline pilot after TSA screening
at Miami International Airport

Ok, I got Michael Roberts story in my inbox too. Yep, that Michael, the ExpressJet pilot who pulled a Howard Beale at Memphis International Airport earlier this week - stamping his dress shoed feet (oh wait, perhaps he was in stocking feet) at TSA officers because he was fed up, that's right, fed up and not going to take it any more.

Ground Ops Not as Easy as it Looks

Sometimes I read about a television program and get all excited then forget to watch it. Afraid that would happen with Sunday night's episode of Undercover Boss, I set an alarm just to make sure I didn't miss the head of Denver-based Frontier Airlines learning how his airline really gets off the ground.

Following the Money in Air Ambulance Services

I have more news on the underpinnings of the helicopter ambulance industry. Over the past five years I’ve been focused on the aviation side, the operational stresses that cause emergency medical aviation to be the most dangerous kind of commercial transport in America. You can read more about my work with Patrick Veillette on that subject here.

Selling those helicopter ambulances in Texas

The busy bees marketing the services of emergency helicopters have been spreading the pollen in Texas. I've wondered if the industry's sales force was pitching the need for speed to summer camps ever since I blogged about the father of one camper in Texas who got hit with a bill for $16,000 after his daughter slipped in the shower and was airlifted to a children's hospital with little more than a bump and a scare.

Women in Aviation We're Dancing as Fast as We Can

It was a phenomenal transformation from wild debauchery in the shadows of Boston's glittering skyline on Thursday night, to the buttoned up, proper-lady executives in the ballroom of Boston's Taj Hotel today. Okay, both characterizations are slight exaggerations. Still, I'm here to say, the gals of the International Aviation Womens Association have the secret to balancing playfulness with power.

The clam bake was sponsored by Fed Ex, so let me direct this thought to them right now, "Holy smokes, you sure know how to throw a party!"

At last night's get together at Thompson Island in Boston Harbor, boldfaced aviation names tossed back the steamers, the lobsters, the champagne and the pie, then worked it all off with an exuberant, marathon-length dance session, that had the few men in attendance (bartenders and wait staff) using both hands to haul their jaws up off the floor.