Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
I'd been talking about wanting to go to the garden with one of the other girls on the crew, and we decided to walk into town together. We walked past the Garden, down O'Connell, across the Liffey, around Trinity. We had decided to part ways at Grafton; my fellow stew was making a left down Nassau. And in that very moment, I turned to her and said, "I just got shit on by a bird," only to look down and find the evidence. Bird shit. Obvisously, she did not leave me in my time of need and so we addressed my situation in the BK Lounge. My coat and scarf are currently at the cleaners.
I'd also like to take this opportunity to say that this was NOT the first time I've been shit on by a bird. In Dublin. The other time I was walking around Temple Bar near the Hard Rock Cafe. Lots of Remembering on this trip...
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Apparently there's high demand for salad cream (yum!), Irish breakfast tea, digestives, and for a mere $8.99 a bottle of black currant juice... in Suffolk County...
Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
The radio crackled in my headset as we passed over a tranquil Lake Calhoun. Downtown Minneapolis drifted outside the cockpit window. The landing gear was down.
Everything was as it should be. Outside, the skies were clear and the air was refreshingly less humid than it had been the previous month. I briefly looked down at the passing homes and schools of south Minneapolis.
School was back in session, and bright-yellow buses were busy transporting children, as they would on any other Tuesday morning. But this wasn't any other Tuesday morning. This was Sept. 11, 2001.
As I was completing what would be another uneventful flight, there were four other airplanes whose final destiny would be anything but normal.
That day has forever changed our lives, whether because of enhanced screening at the airport or, heaven forbid, the loss of a friend or family member in the attacks on domestic soil. We all have stories about what we were doing on 9/11.
Most, like mine, aren't anything to write home about, but everyone remembers where they were when American Airlines Flight 11 hit the World Trade Center's North Tower, and what happened afterward is something to write about.
It's what we did after 9/11 that changed America and its people.
Maybe you watched the television with disbelief. Maybe you cried for the loss of fellow Americans. Maybe you called your parents and told them you loved them. Maybe you held your children extra long before they went to bed that night. Maybe you thanked a police officer or firefighter. Maybe you bought a traveling soldier dinner before your flight home.
But what did you do two years afterward? What did you do eight years after 9/11? I don't think people will ever forget that dreadful day, but it has definitely slipped into the back of our memory bank.
For someone like me, an airline pilot who is constantly dealing with airport security and working with federal air marshals, I am reminded of our post-9/11 world on a regular basis.
But for the insurance salesman driving around Kansas or the schoolteacher struggling with a lack of funds, telling your kids you love them one more time before they go to bed or thanking the police officer for what he does after he just wrote you a citation may not be the first thing on your mind.
This past week, just seven days short of the 10-year anniversary of 9/11, I was sitting in Terminal B at Newark's Liberty Airport, waiting for my flight home. I noticed a group of TSA officers wearing honor guard regalia.
With them was a U.S. Army master sergeant. I learned that the master sergeant was escorting a fallen soldier on a final flight home. I didn't ask for the soldier's name, or even if the soldier was male or female. I honestly didn't know what to say.
After the airplane arrived, the honor guard and master sergeant went outside. I stood at the window, along with many other passengers, watching in silence as the honor guard stood at attention while the fallen soldier was loaded on to the airplane.
Through the tears in my eyes, I looked out at the New York City skyline, and it all hit me. Ten years ago, when I was flying over that school, where kids were playing outside -- maybe, just maybe, one of those kids was this soldier who gave everything for our country.
So, when you see a soldier at your regular lunch spot, tell the manager that you'll take care of his or her bill. Call your parents and tell them you love them.
Thank police officers for all that they do. And when you come home from work today, hold your kids for a few extra seconds. As a matter of fact, that was the first thing I did when I got home from that trip. I forgot about the bills, forgot about the oil change the car needed. I held my little daughter in my arms for as long as she'd let me.
After today, we each have one day less. Make the most of it.
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Paul Holte, of Rosemount, is a Boeing 757/767 first officer for a major airline.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I'm not sure if this was the highlight of my 15 hrs in Vegas, or if it was being picked up - literally - by a ginger from Holland to see if I could find his friend with a white hat on the dance floor in some club at Palazzo. Yes, picked up as in elevated above his head. Had his name been Patrick, then it would have just been another day, another dude ;)
Monday, August 1, 2011
I came home for the weekend. My mom and I went down the shore and parked it on the beach for the day; it was glorious. Some light shopping yesterday, and today I had planned to return to the shore. I ran my errands in the morning and was filling up at Super Wawa when my best friend Kristy called to say that scheduling gave her a two day Vegas trip and asked if I wanted to go.
Yes. I want to go.
I'm gathering up all my things here, and making my way back up to Bayonne to shower and pack and head to the airport. Vegas baby, Vegas.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
This morning it took me an extra 40 minutes to get to work because there was an accident on the turnpike bridge. And now, whilst I should be opposite rush hour, the other side is cruising west no problem and I'm parked, for the second time today on the turnpike. Grr. Is this what normal people experience??? I'm not a fan. I'm working the next two days, normal people's weekend - aka days with no commuters.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
At the moment, I'm lounging in bed gathering up the discipline and desire to go work out here in Los Angeles. This is wonderful. I was kind of glad to have been drafted even though I do love Ireland; lately work has lost it's luster. Company morale is so low, and I'm beginning to find myself feeling homesick out on the road. Being given this trip has to be one of the better things that's happened to me on reserve, and for that I'm thankful.
Snap shots of Waikiki beach to come!!!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
I only picked up this London trip because I couldn't get on the Dublin I wanted. I was pleasantly greeted by a flight attendant who's been on cola and leaves for the past three years - she remembered me. In conversation about what she's been up to for the last three years, I was granted quite the reality check. What is it that I've been doing for the past three years? One thing's for sure - I haven't been hiding in Neverland. I've been flying international since April 2008; I began my German journey January 2009; I was hired by the training dept in October 2010 and moved into my own place the next month. I'm quite pleased with where I am in life and my career - after all, what else is there to do besides collect seniority? I can see where I want to end up next, and I can begin to make little moves in preparation. Most importantly, I have these blissful moments of clarity when stop and smell the roses, to enjoy the where and when of now.
Monday, May 30, 2011
flight log book containing his lifetime of flights. He had asked our captain to sign it where he had listed EWR - GLA B757, and he was happy to do so. The captain spent quite a bit of time reading through it and was amazed to see all the cool destinations and HRM Air Force missions he had flown during WWII. What a treat on Memorial Day.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
A few weeks ago I was in Dublin, just shopping about and fell hook line and sinker for this little blue and white number. I tried it on and this bikini made me feel beautiful. For $80 USD, I figured I'd treat myself - Happy Birthday to me - and hold on to that feeling of utter grace and beauty.
Which I did, til I unpacked it here on vacation and saw I bought the bottoms a size too big. It's not the end of the world - it fits just fine. The size smaller would have just fit more snug and been more appropriate for intense aquatic activity. Perhaps I'll invest in them as well because it's a really sweet suit and I love it. Certainly suits it's purpose.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
I. Am. Exhausted.
My schedule went something along the lines of teach for six days, off one, teach one, off one, teach six, off one, teach one. Off six - that was Easter. Teach two, off two. Fly, because its now May. Don't get me wrong - I loved every minute of being in the classroom and evaluating the "students". There were so many rewarding moments clearly depicting, in my mind, how valuable the skills of a teacher truly are. I'm looking forward to the break and flying again; I get such cabin fever.
Totally looking forward to feeling jet lagged all the time; its a whole different type of exhaustion.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
So the galley girl who's maybe 27 and a 1/2 decides shes going to pull a fast one on the fo on our way back to the states. We had all hung out on the layover and were rather certain he could take a joke.
Galley Girl whips up a mix of red wine, tomato juice, cranberry and a dash of fudge for consistency, proceeds to pour it on a maxi pad and stick it to the lav moments before the fo comes out to use the litter box. I had to leave; I'm no good at going the distance for a joke. She gave him gloves and got him a trash bag so he could go fish it out! Not for one minute did he ask her to do it but rose to the occasion, much to the chagrin of Galley Girl who laughed her tail off! At the end of the flight, the first officer said thank you, he was glad to see that people here can still play jokes and are fun to work with. He was a sweet guy, great crew, awesome trip and I love it!
In the words of Sheldon, BAZINGA!!!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
So this year I decided I'm going to turn 27 in Peru.
Hiking the Andes with my cousin Allie and Aunt Pam, the anticipated altitude sickness and lack of general hygiene. This is going to be an epic journey outside of my little Alyssa box by challenging myself physically and mentally.
Oh, I'm game.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
So I'm out to dinner with a friend in Belfast when I hear one of the waiters talking about the game. I went flying over to him and asked what the score was - 7-3 Giants. This Northern Irish boy is of course a Giants fan. I'm dining, socializing with my friend who I hadn't seen in months and much to my chagrin, this waiter keeps walking by announcing the score! The last I hear, Giants are totally kicking ass and its half time.
I continue my evening out on the town in Belfast, and return home to find that the Eagles did indeed win by scoring 4 touchdowns in the last 7 minutes of the game - 3 of which were in the last two minutes! It was the game of the season!!! My dad found it on the NFL channel, so I actually watched it and was amazed at how exciting it was.
And wouldn't you know two weeks later I'm back in Belfast???
All's I had to say to the waiter was how about them Eagles and he knew. Oh, he knew. And since I've been state side the Giants have ended their season as the Eagles will go on to the Packers this Sunday. Awesomesauce.
Monday, January 3, 2011
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
The kind of feeling I've waited so long
Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rhythm gets stronger
There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long
The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone
Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true
Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true
Why don't you play the game ?
Why don't you play the game ?