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| Overheard in IFR Magazine‘s “On the Air” |
En route from San Antonio, Texas to Kerb Wille, I let my 19-year-old private pilot daughter run the radios:
daughter:
“Center, Piper Five Six Six Seven Romeo.”
Center:
“Piper Six Seven Romeo, go ahead.”
daughter:
“Request flight following.”
Center:
“Piper Six Seven Romeo, state vour location, altitude, and destination.”
[long pause]
daughter:
“Uh, San Antonio.”
[another pause]
Center:
“Piper Six Seven Romeo, when you figure out where you are and where you want to go, give us a call back.”
James Crawford
via e-mail
