Once upon a time, there was a young man whose father taught him to build houses. It was the family trade for ages, and together the family earned and lived a modest life. The builder grew restless after finishing school and told his father he wanted to seek his fortune in the world. His father reluctantly agreed, knowing that although he might lose a worker, his son needed to understand the outside world.
Above: Belle has shown me how to survive and adapt in her own English culture, including driving on British roads in the countryside. Before the moment I handed in my resignation letter to the Chief Pilot, I was extremely nervous, my stomach tied in knots. I should have been elated, I
Once someone finds out that I’m a pilot who left the airlines, the most common question I get is this: “Why did you leave?” I’ve thought of why this question exists, culturally. There are three good reasons we can consider, based on my discussions: 1. Pilots are highly compensated. 2. It’s
As you know from my previous article, I’ve dispensed with the daily commute in favor of the most ancient and proven form of traveling to work – on foot. To celebrate my one-year anniversary of walking to work, the grocery store, library, barber, and anywhere else within distance, I’ve put together
Have you ever stopped to think just how crazy the idea of commute by car really is? Normal, peace-loving people step inside their cars with their coffee, begin driving, and within minutes are enacting a scene from Mad Max: Fury Road, swearing at their fellow drivers with language that would