A few years back, we were three miles out from landing at our local towered airport, when we had the following exchange with our local tower:
Tower: “Cirrus 12345, go around. Delta 1234, cleared to land.”
We went around and lined up to land. At what seemed the very last minute, the tower called us again:
Tower: “Cirrus 12345, sorry, go around. Jet Blue 1234, cleared to land.”
On the third try, we were relieved to hear from the tower, “Cirrus 12345, cleared to land.”
Me: “Cirrus 12345, cleared to land. I can’t wait to be a big boy someday.”
Ted Brown
Ossining, NY
