"Life has been good. Don't grieve,

because some day (maybe sooner

than you think), we will be together

once again. Just don't look behind

yourself, because all the yesterdays

are done, and only the todays and

tomorrows will now count.

I leave you, my friends, with this

old Irish blessing:

May the road rise up to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun fall warm upon your face,

May the rain fall gentle on your fields,

And until we meet again,

May the Lord hold you in the palm of his hand.

Amen.

With Much Love,

Dick"

MEMORIES FROM THE FACNET

Some good memories from 30+ years of flying the line.

Sunrises seen from the high flight levels
that make the heart soar.

The patchwork quilt of the great plains from
FL 370 on a day when you can see forever.

Cruising mere feet above a billiard-table-flat
cloud deck at mach .86, with your chin on the
glare shield and your face as close as you can
get to the windshield.

Punching out the top of a low overcast while
climbing 6,000 feet per minute.

The majesty and grandeur of towering cumulus.

Rotating at VR and feeling 800,000 plus pounds
of airplane  come alive as she lifts off.