Fly Drunk

In the early 60’s my business mentor, a neat gentleman, was usually stoned by noon. Not pot – heaven forbid, but good old American whiskey. I remember it well – we made a flight to Hemet California to inspect a motor home factory. It was his plane, a beautiful new Mooney aircraft.
After a pristine landing, the co-investors in the rear seats saluted! Beautiful landing ****. Name omitted.
At any rate, as we strolled toward the terminal, my mentor said,”Yep, three shots of good American whiskey works wonders.
New bumper sticker, “Fly Drunk.”


About Gringo Bush Pilot

Retired process and systems manager; itinerant aviation devotee; and real estate investment loan officer. In short, an American economic refugee, retired in Asia.
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