Flying Sayings & Quips

“Some day you will say to me ‘You’ve been right all the time. You are never too old to learn something new.” – Joe Kernen
 
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"Everybody loves to complain about it, but nobody can do anything to fix it." - Michael Medved
 
“Like I tell my kids, the first answer in life is always “NO”, so start from there and move on.” – Chris Mathews
 
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"That’s simply more time than I’m will to invest in this endeavor" – villian in Tomb Raider
 
No one can feel inside
How deep the oceans, heartaches hide
So stand on me, I'll catch you falling
You can stand on me and I'll help you find a way
Stand on me, I can see our ship is turning
Stand on me, we're sailing on the wind of better days

And they accuse you when you're over and out
Ulterior motives, that's what it's all about
It's just human nature, they try to make you flinch
But we're takin' the higher ground inch by inch
No one can feel inside
How deep the oceans, heartaches hide

Emerson, Lake & Palmer...Better Days
 
"I don’t know but I’ve been told that Eskimo Pie is mighty cold."

Christian Kent Nelson, a high school teacher, invented the Eskimo Pie in Onawa, Iowa in 1919. He originally called it the I-Scream-Bar. Supposedly inspired by a boy having to make a difficult decision; the choice between ice cream and candy, and only having the money for one. This inspired Nelson to combine the two, and create the Eskimo Pie. It was an immediate success locally, and in July 1921 he partnered with Russell C. Stover the candy maker) to market and produce the the renamed 'Eskimo Pie.' They sold manufacturing rights to various other companies in exchange for royalty payments. By early 1922, they were selling at the rate of a million bars a day, and supposedly caused the price of cocoa beans to rise by 50%!
 
Turn the clock to zero buddy
Don't wanna be no fuddy duddy
You're the crop to my rotation
You're the sum of my equation
I'm the answer to your question
If you follow my suggestion
We can turn this ship around
We'll go up instead of down


Brand New Day - Sting
 
The Chopper Flight

"Bottoms Up" Posted by Tradford

An hourly clerk on a Friday at work,
was the last place she wanted to be –
putting up stock while the hands on the clock
seemed to stick on a quarter-to-three.

A typical day filled with minimum-pay,
that would start every morning at eight
made her less than a fan of her parents’ demand
that she get out and pull her own weight.

Amber was young and the burden that hung
on her shoulders was stinging a tad –
that car that she bought really cost her a lot,
and she owed quite a bit to her dad.

The hours would crawl – hardly moving at all,
until finally the time would arrive –
to close up the store, make a dash for the door
and get home at a little past five.

When night rolled around, she’d be out on the town
with some friends at a local saloon
for spirits, some dance, maybe passing romance –
and it just couldn’t happen too soon.

She slipped on a skirt with a tight-fitting shirt
and she wolfed down a small plate of grub –
then she picked up the key to her new SUV
and she hurried on down to the pub.

Her friends were all there, in addition to Claire,
who was sporting a new diamond ring –
her man had proposed and she said she supposed
they’d get married come early next spring.

They rendered a toast – maybe five at the most,
as the drinks and togetherness flowed,
then the group would disband with their purses in hand –
after one or two shots for the road.

A few were concerned when the party adjourned,
about Amber’s material shape –
but she pushed them away, saying all was okay,
and her temper insured her escape.

She started her car and she hadn’t gone far
before everything started to spin –
the markings on signs and the dual yellow lines
were distorted by tonic and gin.

Blind of her state, the internal debate –
to continue or pull to the side,
had too meek a voice to result in the choice
that a cognizant mind would provide.

She came to a turn and was destined to learn
that a ‘left’ really should have been ‘right’ –
that the taillights ahead were supposed to be red,
but instead they were larger – and white.

She came to a curve and the semi that swerved
hid a car that was right in its wake
and the blistering pace of the vanishing space
left her only one option to take.

Though brakes were applied, they were bound to collide
in a gnashing of metal and glass –
then all you could see was a pile of debris
and the odor of coolant and gas.

The crash was severe and it seemed pretty clear
that the big SUV brought her luck –
but the same wasn’t true for the driver and crew
of the oncoming car that she’d struck.

An active Marine was the first on the scene
with the hope he could render a hand –
and the first thing he’d see was a family of three
who were trapped in a mangled sedan.

The man at the wheel had survived the ordeal,
but the woman beside him was dead –
the cause was disclosed when her brains were exposed
from a serious blow to the head.

The driver was trapped, but the baby that napped
in the back was his biggest concern –
he was stuck where he’d be and unable to see
what the others were saddened to learn.

The seat in the back was no longer intact
and the child was nowhere to be found –
but a search of the site in the dark of the night
found her body outside on the ground.

A chopper arrived for the one that survived
and the girls rode a medical van –
they were zipped into bags that were labeled with tags
and then placed onto gurneys by hand.

Amber was cuffed, read her rights and then stuffed
in the back by the Highway Patrol –
she’d failed every test and was under arrest,
but attrition had taken its toll.

The way she was built left her riddled with guilt
when she witnessed the scene with dismay –
the penitent bite of a chopper in flight
and an ambulance driving away.
 
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The retiring University Professor was asked if he had any parting advice for the younger teachers

Yes I do he replied.

Treat your "A" students well because many of them will end up graduating and then coming back to work along side you as professors

But treat your "C" students best of all. They will go into business and come back ten years later to donate 50 million dollars to build a new wing on the university
 
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