Leppotone

I mean, who's eating tonight and where?

Who wants to go to dinner? I'm currently quite queasy with shoulders around ears, worrying about Mr. Blueberry's tooth fun today, but maybe later I'll need a beer or to compulsively eat french fries or something. Does anyone want to hear 4 hours of stories about brave little Blueberry?

(company name and other stuff omitted to keep me out of trouble) 

So, there I was flying a neo-natal transport mission down to Willard, OH. Being in Ohio already gives me the creeps, but heading anywhere outside Toledo area just gives me the heebie-jeebies, and this place didn’t disappoint.

Before getting into the Willard story, something funny (to me) transpired over the radio enroute to Willard. (Mind you, my brain is working overtime in the background, thinking all kinds of satan / Crispin Glover / rats references.) As I’m flying over an adjacent airfield, making a position report to avoid any traffic conflicts, I hear one of our other pilots who is off-duty and doing some training/moonlighting at the airfield for some rich jerk with his own helicopter pipe up on the radio with a query. This is how the conversation went - - over the Traffic Advisory Frequency: for anyone tuned in to hear: