Snow Alligators, and Flying Giraffes…

“So, I thought I was pretty aware of dangerous things in and around us here in Toledo, however on the way to take Noah to school, he told me that I had to watch out for “Snow Alligators!”  Apparently, they have white FUR, and like to hide in the snow before they pounce.  Good thing I know about them now, so I can be on the lookout for them!  Thought I would post this to warn all of you as well!!!  Be careful!!!”

This is a recent FaceBook post from my son Keith; about his son, Noah.  Snow alligators – who knew?  And how much fun?

When I was in 9th grade we had a Biology teacher who I loved!  She was in her ’70’s and was a great teacher.  One day she was explaining the skeletal system of birds.  She pointed out that, in proportion, birds have relatively ‘long necks.’  The long neck puts the bird’s head out far enough to ‘balance’ the mass of the body in flight.  She concluded her discussion with, “And that’s why birds can fly.”

I sat a moment, reflecting upon this, then my hand shot up.  When she called on me, I asked, “If long necks allow birds to fly, why can’t giraffes fly?”  Oh hell, why did I do that?*

Noah is 4 1/2 now, and he is fun!  I don’t want to “wish time away,” but I can’t wait until we can get together and explore other things!  Oh my – the possibilities!

 

* – I think I did that because, my teacher, then in her 70’s, had false teeth.  When she laughed, she had a hard time holding them in her mouth.  That day, after my question, her teeth came out on her desk!

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AA: “The Troop Who Rides One In”

The Troop Who Rides One In

“We should all bear one thing in mind
when we talk about a troop who
rode one in.

He called upon the sum of all his
knowledge and judgement.
He believed in it so strongly that
he knowingly bet his life on it.

That he was mistaken in his judgement
is a tragedy…not stupidity.
Every supervisor and contemporary
who ever spoke to him had an
opportunity to influence his
judgement.

…so, a little bit of us all of us
goes in with every troop we lose.”

Author Unknown

I came across this very early in my flying career.  It really had a profound effect on me.  Then in later years, as an instructor pilot, there were many, many occasions where it made me pause; to think what I was saying to the “new kids.”  I again came across it a couple years ago, and copied it into my ‘Big Book’ (the Book of AA).  Today is again resides in my subconscious – and quietly guides me as I talk with the ‘new kids’ coming into ‘the program.’

‘Hurt’ is an feeling I have always struggled with – still do today to a certain extent.  Not so much “physical” hurts, but “emotional” hurts, for sure.  In my ‘past life,’ I would go to any lengths to avoid ‘hurt.’  When it was unavoidable, I would drink.  One way or another, I was not going to tolerate anymore hurt.  When I came into sobriety, ‘hurt’ was here.  ‘Hurts’ from my past that I had buried, and new ‘hurts’ as the fog in my head began to clear.  In sobriety I had to learn how to deal with ‘hurt’ in a healthy way.  Allowing myself to ‘feel’ my ‘hurts,’ to wallow in it a bit, and then let it go is how I cope with it today.

A source of hurt I am faced with today is the occasional loss of new friends I meet in the program (of AA) through ‘relapse.’  Growing up in the military as a kid, then serving a 20-year career on active duty, I always contended wth folks walking in and out of my life.  I suppose “friends” have always been my fondest treasures, although I often did not know how to show it in the past.  Nonetheless, as they would move away, or I would be transferred to a new station, I would feel ‘hurt.’  It was always as if I was losing an extension of me, a part of me…and I would drink.

Today I find myself disturbed when I hear of a friend who relapses, who ‘slips, who ‘goes back out.’  It is no less painful than losing a friend through a geographical move – or an aircraft accident.  And this is where the aforementioned verse helps.  It’s a tool I use to help ‘let go.’  If I know in my heart that I did my part; if I was the best friend, or the best sponsor I could have been, then I am “okay” with it all.  It doesn’t mean the loss is any less ‘hurtful;’ it just means I’m “okay” with it.  If, upon self-examination, I discover I could have been a little more caring, a little more approachable, a little more honest – then I have an ‘amends’ to make.  And this is “okay” also; it’s called “growth.”  I am not responsible for someone else “picking up” again, but I am responsible for how I conduct myself when I am dealing with another – I am responsible for my part.

I have often thought that ‘relapses’ are like aircraft accidents.  We don’t measure the aircraft accidents that we prevent; only the ones that occur.  So, we never know how many we have prevent over a given time period.  And so it is with relapses.  We never know how many we prevent because of something we have said, or something we’ve done – something that someone else picked up on, and didn’t drink that day.

If someone can reach back and recall some little thing I’ve said in a meeting, or a tid-bit in passing, and not drink – then I have done my part.  And for that one day, we will not be faced with the ‘hurt’ that comes with ‘every troop who rides one in…’

Dec 1999

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A View from the Back Seat

I had a great T-38 IP (instructor pilot) in pilot training – Capt. Rick Vaile.  One day I asked him if he would take my picture on final, from the back seat.  It was towards the end of the program; not a big deal.

This picture is not that great, quality wise – but it is a great picture for the memories it captured.

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Here I am rolling out on final for Rwy 32R at Randolph Field, TX.  We are about 300 feet AGL (above ground level), a mile from the runway and I am kinda busy.  I have to break my descent rate from the final turn while at the same time, ‘wipe off’ about 20 knots of airspeed.  I’m doing this as I evaluate the winds.  Headwind?  Crosswind?  Then I adjust my heading accordingly.  Now back to the airspeed indicator.  As we close in on the runway threshold, is the runway clear?  All this coming down final at 155 knots (180mph).

You can not just fixate on one aspect of the approach – you have to continually monitor and adjust airspeed, sink rate, heading and so forth.

And what’s my IP doing back there, while I am working my ass off?  He’s taking pictures!

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K2Bs?

I hadn’t heard of”K2B’s” either, until I entered pilot training in 1970.  This was the designation of our flight suits at the time.  They were sage green, made of poplin; lightweight and comfortable.

img116These K2Bs weren’t the most ‘stylish,’ but they sure were comfortable!  And they had another feature.  When we were in the flight rooms, we would hear upon occasion, “Holliker, turn around,” from the scheduler.  What we didn’t realize at first was, the scheduler was looking at the salt rings on our backs to see how many times we had flown that day!  Each time we went up, we came back with a salt ring.  It you “trip-turned,” your flight suit looked like an ancient tree!

About mid-way through the T-38 program we were issued Nomex (fire retardant) flight suits.  The first ones were very ill-fitting and uncomfortable; the later ones were fine.  So, now you know about K2Bs!

Of interest:  The only time I was ever burned in my flight suit was the night in the Auger Inn (bar) right after we were issued our spiffy, new Nomex flight suits.  A bunch of us were using a cigarette lighter on our sleeves to see if the Nomex would burn.  It will – it did!  Brilliant…

 

 

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“…Back on, at FL 430…”

In the late ’70’s we were experiencing a high T-38 engine flame-out incident rate – higher than normal.  (Essentially a ‘flame-out’ is when a jet engine quits, for one of many reasons.)  When we looked at the data, we saw where a lot of these flame outs occurred above FL (Flight Level) 390; essentially, 39,000 feet).  At that time, wherever we experienced a flame out, we had to divert and land at the nearest suitable airfield.  That often meant the loss of the mission.  So, the ‘college boys’ at Headquarters were turned loose to find a solution for us.

When I went through UPT (pilot training) in 1970 – ’71, a lot of our IPs were former T-33 pilots.  The T-33 was the Air Force’s first basic jet trainer, and it was a good one.

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However, as ‘sturdy’ as the T-Bird was, it’s ‘weak spot’ was the engine.  You could just not ‘slam’ the throttle from idle to MIL (Military power) – you had to ‘gingerly’ advance it.  And this was the way I was initially taught when I began flying jets.  In the T-Bird, if you ‘slammed’ the throttle to full power, it was a crap shoot which way the engine was going to go- forward, or back!

The T-38 came into service in the early ’60’s, and by the mid-70’s most of the guys who trained on the T-Birds were gone.  The specs for the J-85 engine in our T-38’s, really didn’t give us much guidance on how fast we could advance the throttles, but you sure as hell, didn’t want to “slam them” – especially at the higher altitudes.    Somehow that got lost on the new kids, and they would jerk those throttles like their “ya-ha’s” on a lonely Saturday night!  And at the higher altitudes, the engines would quit!  Go figure.

And so, after a great deal of “study,” the Command College Boys came out with another T-38 “Be-No.”  Effective immediately, by order of the Air Training Command DO (Director of Operations) there would ‘be no’ more flights above FL 390.”  Problem fixed!

Okay, swell… and then shortly thereafter, there was this one day wherein the ATC DO called into the Squadron to let us know of his arrival time.  Okay, fine.  Then the next thing we heard on our radio was, “Houston Center, Tonto 17 is back on at FL430…” (meaning back on Houston’s frequency, at 43,000 feet.)  Okay, fine….

 

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Observation: Flying Fast Movers

You can’t fly a high-performance jet with a low-performance attitude…

 

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Observation: The Difference Between a Fairy Tale, and a War Story…

A Fairy Tale begins with: “Once upon a time…”

and, a War Story begins with: “Now this ain’t no bullshit…”

 

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Angels Walking Through My Life

Angels have walked through my life, all my life.   They have always been here.  However, when I was running ‘Bob’s’ life, I was just too busy to notice; too self-centered to care or hear their quiet, soft messages for me.  Today, in periods of quiet meditation, I can see where and when they have visited – and I am now able to hear the messages they had for me…

After a year of sobriety I began to ‘sense’ something ‘mystical’ in my life.  In my quiet periods of reflection I began to awaken to subtle messages that were residing unprocessed in my mind.  There were certain messages and experiences left by people who have now been out of my life for many years.  Some of these folks were very prominent in my life; others just briefly passed through.  I treated them all the same however; I was often too afraid, or too ashamed to hear what they had to say.  It was always very easy for me to discount their messages as I continued to stumbled aimlessly through life.

As the alcohol slowly began leaving my system, I became more aware of the ‘blessings’ I receive when people come into my life.  Recently three of these people certainly were ‘angels.’

The first is Ernie, a man built like a fire hydrant, and full of energy.

I was out on a layover in Tacoma, WA one evening, and not in a ‘good space.’  I was feeling “empty,” alone, scared – and I was ‘hurting.’ So I called (AA’s) Central Office and asked where there was a meeting nearby my hotel.  This was totally uncharacteristic of me as I tend to suffer alone – as so many of us do.  Anyway, they gave me the number of a church nearby, so I called and Ernie answered.  I explained what I was looking for and he said he would be right over.

It wasn’t long before Ernie and a friend showed up.  I stuck out my hand and he brushed it aside to give me a hug.  What the Hell?  But I went along with it, although I was not at all ‘comfortable’ with it.  And off tot he meeting we went.

After the meeting Ernie said, “Bob, you look like you would like to talk.  I can either take you back to your hotel, or we can go to a coffee shop or I can show you around Tacoma a bit.”  I chose ‘Door Number 3,’ and off we went.

As we began driving around Tacoma, Ernie told me that he had 12 years of sobriety.  I was completely comfortable with him.  As we talked then began asking me how I felt about certain things.  I would reply and he would note, “That sounds like if comes directly out of Chapter 5 of ‘As Bob See’s It.'”  I felt kind of embarrassed for him – the book we use in AA is “As Bill Sees It,” and I didn’t want to correct him.  So, I let it go.

A short while later I commented on something else he brought up, and once again he said, “Yep, that’s in Chapter 7 of  ‘As Bob Sees It!'”  Now I began to think, “Of all the recovering drunks in Tacoma, I had to find a ‘Space Cadet.'”  Then about 5 or 10 minutes later, as I continued to ramble on, he once again said, “Chapter 3 of ‘As Bob Sees It,” – and then I got it!  Duhh….

From that point on the conversation began to hold more meaning for me.  I began to ‘hear’ him, for what he was actually saying.  And then, after 2 1/2 hours of riding around, he took me back to the hotel.  He gave me his business card and said goodnight.  Then he gave me another hug, which was easier to receive than the one a few hours earlier.

The next morning I tried to call him before we left – to thank him for helping me.  The number on his business card was invalid, and there was no listing for him in the Tacoma phone book.  When I got home I tried again to get in touch with him, to no avail.  So I wrote a letter to him, to the address on his card, and I let it go.

About 18 months later I was telling this story in a noon AA meeting; to illustrate how people walk have walked in and out of my life, and what they had to offer.  On the way home I reflected a little more about Ernie, and then said a prayer for him.  When I got home, I checked my mail – and there was a letter from Ernie!  YGBSM!  He just wrote to let me know my “West Coast Sponsor” was doing okay.  Go figure?

The next ‘angel’ I want to tell you about came into my life when I had 18 months of sobriety.  As I got to know her, I slowly developed a deep trust in her.  I began to feel ‘comfortable’ with her.  Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to reveal some of the very deep tormenting secrets I carried.  Secrets that continually haunted me.  Earlier I had tried to share these secrets with my sponsor.  “Oh Bob,” he told me, “you can’t possibly feel that way.”  and in saying that, he was denying me my feelings… This gal, on the other hand, just sat and listened.  She didn’t try to fix me; she didn’t judge me, she just sat and listened.  And through the non-verbal communication – a soft, knowing smile, a gentle tough from her hand or a hug when we departed, I began to feel “okay.”  Not right away, mind you, but I began to feel okay.

I hardly ever see her today, but she still resides within my spirit.  And I haven’t seen or heard from Ernie in years.  One might think this ‘sad,’ however these ‘angels’ will be with me forever.  Without alcohol I was able to let them touch my soul – to imprint my “Disk of Life.”

The ‘third’ angel I mentioned?  Take a moment here and have a look in the mirror.  You will see my 3rd angel.  If I can stay sober; if I can stay out of my way and remain calm, I will hear you.  So I ask this morning – through all my ‘bravado,’ and my ego – please bear with me as I struggle.  Please don’t give up on me; I do, so much, want to meet you…

Jul 1999

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AA – Intentions

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, Beverley,” I lamented as I reflected upon my last conversation with my former wife.

“Bob,” replied Beverley, “it’s not our intentions that are important; it’s our actions.”

Intentions vs. Actions – I suppose I have been living an entire life of “intentions,” with little-to-no consideration of my actions.  When I am in a self-centered frame of being, this is very easy to do.  In sobriety, as I become more and more conscious of my behavior, as perhaps more of my ‘character defects’ are revealed to me, my actions become much more significant to me than my well meaning intentions!

For years I used intentions for a myriad of self-serving purposes.  I found intentions handy to enhance my ego; I used them as coping mechanisms and I used them to control and manipulate others.  To build my ego, I would continually proclaim I’m going to do this or I’ going to build that, etc.  When the intention came to fruition, I took credit for executing a well thought out plan – and made sure everyone knew it.  When I failed to meet a lofty objective, I frequently fell back upon my intention to cushion the fall.  I became very adept at explaining why I was unable to accomplish my goal, or meet my obligation.  There were many, many occasions where a broken car, adverse weather, or an unplanned TDY (business trip) gave me an excuse for not meeting a commitment my heart just wasn’t in int he first place.  With my intention previously well stated, my integrity remained intact.  Or so I thought.  Today, in retrospect, I only kidded myself…

I also used intentions as a coping mechanism to excuse irresponsible behavior.  Well, I intended to leave the O Club after only 1 beer – but I ran into a long-lost friend!  (Sometimes it took considerable effort through out the night to find this ‘long lost friend!’)  When subsequently confronted about my behavior, a practiced heart-felt apology, sprinkled lightly with ‘severe remorse,’ and the issue was dropped.  At least in my mind.  (Typical alcoholic thinking.)  I never considered the distress or inconvenience I may have caused others.  After all, I intended to leave earlier… Over the years I refined this coping mechanism to where even I could not recognize the hollowness of it anymore.  Today I can look back and see the trail of disappointment and shattered dreams I left with my selfish intentions.  And it is at this juncture that I begin to feel actual remorse, and know I have amends to make…

I also discovered how well I could use intention as a controlling mechanism – as a manipulating mechanism.  When I committed to an intention, in actuality I gave myself time to “weasel” out of it.  I didn’t have either the courage, or the confidence to say “no” when I was drinking.  You might not love me if I said “no.”  So, I I would commit, then find a way to get out if it… and I could always fall back on my intention!’

For as much as I used intentions to serve my will, I absolutely detested it when the intentions of others were not met!  How could he or she let me down like that?  A very interesting process here:  When you stated an intention, I created an expectation.  And if this expectation wasn’t met, It led to a resentment.  That in turn, gave me an excuse to drink… Insidious.

Intentions are not bad in and of themselves; it’s how I choose to use them that are important.  And here is where “honesty” creeps into the equation.  For me today, “honesty” is the filter between intention and action.  If my intentions are honest and sincere, my actions, right or wrong, will be okay.  Maybe here is where I become more of a human and less of a good…

“It is not out intentions that are important Bob, it’s our actions that count.”  Beverley made this simple comment to me over a year ago.  I have chewed on, thought about it, discussed it and now have written about it.  It certainly has helped me with my relationships.  Today before I state an intention I take a look at my motivation for the intention.  That, in turn, gives me a little more insight into the consequences of any actions that I might take.  I can not always be “right” with my actions, but at least today I have a head start toward doing the “next right thing.”

April 1999

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Back to Work Conditions

When I called Northwest Airlines and asked for help with my drinking, I didn’t care if I ever got into another cockpit ever again.   I was told that if I “come forward,” and asked for help, there was a chance that I wouldn’t fly again.  But in July 1994 I didn’t care anymore – I had had enough…

The first think I had to do was complete a 28-day program at Hazelden, in Minnesota.  Then I was told, having been assessed as “alcoholic,” I had a choice:  I could either drink, or fly – but not both anymore.  And that was fine with me…

I was “off line” (grounded) for 10 months, and never missed a pay check.   In addition I had several “hoops” to jump through in order to get back to work.

First I had to remain sober.  They told me that it was Northwest’s policy that they would give me 1 relapse.  That was kind of a relief as I sure as hell didn’t want to drink anymore.  (When I told my friend Joe about this policy he remarked, “Hey Holliker, if you do decide to drink, give me a call first.  You were a fucking riot when you were lit!”  Swell…)

Then I had to attend ‘Aftercare’ once a week, for 3 years.  I think I may have missed 1 or 2, at most.  I actually enjoyed Aftercare, and learning about his disease of alcoholism.

Once a month I had to meet with our Chief Pilot in Detroit, and every 2 weeks or so (minimum) I had to make contact with my Northwest ‘sponsor.’  Then I had to fly up to Northwest  Headquarters in Minneapolis (Mecca) and meet with the company Medical Officer, once a month – for a year or so.  (More on this jerk later…)  And finally I had to meet with a “shrink” once a year, for 3 years, to determine how many brain cells I had fried during my drinking days.

I didn’t mind any of these ‘conditions,’ except my ‘audiences’ with the company’s medical officer.  Today, with 18+ years of sobriety, I can look back and now think, “What an idiot…”  Oh well, moving on.

While I have ‘little love’ for Northwest upper management, I am totally grateful for the opportunity I had to attend Hazelden.  I know of folks who have gotten sober through AA alone, but it’s a great deal tougher.  And so my journey into sobriety began…

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