March 14th, 1990
Flight from LHR – IAD – PIT
One of the best things about being in the States is that I can talk to David for hours on end without having to take out a mortgage! Plus, the time difference is only three hours, instead of the usual eight, which makes it difficult to keep in touch by phone.
Really nice crew and great day working on the Boeing 747-400, aka the Jumbo/Queen of the Skies/Glamour Jet, etc. It really is a beautiful aircraft, not only from an aesthetic point of view but also a pleasure to work on.
I’ve been to Pittsburgh several times now and it’s ok but pales in comparison to New York. Then again, I’ve yet to experience a city that even compares to NY, let alone surpasses it. Just one more reason why I’m so desperate to get to Los Angeles to see if it’s as fantastic as everyone seems to think it is.
Met most of my crew in the hotel bar before venturing out into the cold, where the locals were all bundled up, with hunched shoulders and grim expressions. Winter here is not pretty! We ended up in a sports bar, with far too many tv’s, not exactly the most pleasant surroundings. After two glasses of wine and too many greasy potato skins, I was ready to come back to the hotel.
Had an absolutely lovely chat to David, during which we agreed how ridiculous it is that I’ve yet to be rostered a trip to LA!
“Listen,” he said. “If you don’t get here, say, in the next two months, can you take some time off and come on vacation?”
“I could, yes.”
“And how would you figure that out?”
“I’d use staff travel for the flight and all I’d have to do would be book a hotel.”
“Why would you need a hotel?”
“Eh, because I’d need a place to stay.”
“You can stay with me, I mean, if you want to, you can.”
“That’d be great,” I said, smiling widely.
“You’ll love it here.”
I’m sure I will.