<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245481111931854229</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:45:44.582-08:00</updated><category term='cardinal'/><category term='twin otter'/><category term='hijacking'/><category term='cell phones'/><category term='Desmond Tutu'/><category term='woman pilot'/><category term='flying above the glass ceiling'/><category term='midair'/><category term='brain damage'/><category term='aviation'/><category term='Westwind'/><category term='microwaves'/><title type='text'>FlyingPilotStories</title><subtitle type='html'>Pilots that have interesting, inspirational, funny or scary stories to tell can tell them here. Please limit your story to 250 words. Email it to the STORY address on the side panel. If it meets our standards we'll post it within a week. Some of the stories posted are from the airline and corporate women pilots that contributed to the book: Flying Above the Glass Ceiling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina Anderson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqq3QHaULhQ/R3ri4ICxWcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmGx63q1Vsk/S220/ninacockpit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245481111931854229.post-290530748904257724</id><published>2010-01-26T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:29:47.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microwaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain damage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phones'/><title type='text'>Warning, Your Cell Phone May Be Hazerdous To Your Health Gear + Gadgets: GQ.com</title><content type='html'>If you care about your life you have to copy this url, paste it into your browser and read it. If you use a cell phone you will be very surprised what can happen to you in 10 years or more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gq.com/cars-gear/gear-and-gadgets/201002/warning-cell-phone-radiation?currentPage=1"&gt;Warning, Your Cell Phone May Be Hazerdous To Your Health Gear + Gadgets: GQ.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245481111931854229-290530748904257724?l=flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/feeds/290530748904257724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/warning-your-cell-phone-may-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/290530748904257724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/290530748904257724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/warning-your-cell-phone-may-be.html' title='Warning, Your Cell Phone May Be Hazerdous To Your Health Gear + Gadgets: GQ.com'/><author><name>Nina Anderson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqq3QHaULhQ/R3ri4ICxWcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmGx63q1Vsk/S220/ninacockpit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245481111931854229.post-351180625300858673</id><published>2009-05-12T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:27:52.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westwind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desmond Tutu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying above the glass ceiling'/><title type='text'>Meeting Desmond Tutu</title><content type='html'>I loved flying a Westwind jet. It added so many dimensions to my world of flying – high altitude, longer distances in shorter times, Guyana in South America, and high-density airports in the U.S. This job was the ultimate in cross-country flying.  One day I would be landing the C-402 on a dirt runway on an island, and the next day I would be in my winter clothes, making a fuel stop up north in the states. The jet was also the pick for special dignitary visits, and I was fortunate enough to be part of the crew to fly Archbishop Desmond Tutu from San Juan to St. Thomas. I have a good story about how I came to have my picture taken with the Archbishop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      On any charter we would stay pretty busy with our duties, but on this one the captain and I both kept carrying our cameras around in hopes of getting some good shots. But, when we got to STT, there was such a great procession of important people, that neither one of us could get that special moment on camera.  It seemed our chances were gone, when Tutu was ushered into the back of a limousine. We were just sighing in disappointment, when the back door of the limo opened, and Tutu got out.  People started scurry-ing around to find out what was the matter, and he said, “I believe the pilots wanted their pictures taken with me.” So, that’s how we came to be arm in arm with this wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;-Cher Hanssen, woman pilot interviewed for the book Flying Above the Glass Ceiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245481111931854229-351180625300858673?l=flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/feeds/351180625300858673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-loved-flying-westwind-jet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/351180625300858673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/351180625300858673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-loved-flying-westwind-jet.html' title='Meeting Desmond Tutu'/><author><name>Nina Anderson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqq3QHaULhQ/R3ri4ICxWcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmGx63q1Vsk/S220/ninacockpit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245481111931854229.post-1174921863687276612</id><published>2009-04-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:28:31.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cardinal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying above the glass ceiling'/><title type='text'>Almost ate a glider</title><content type='html'>So there we were in the Cardinal talking to center on our IFR flight plan in VFR weather and we about 5 miles off the departure end of the westbound runway at SWF. Center called and said "numerous targets ahead... we think they may be gliders as there is a school there."  Geeezz... heads up, glaring out the window. We spotted a gaggle of them below us circling Orange County (NY) airport and thought we were in the clear. I was flying from the right seat and just happened to look towards Steve (the other pilot and owner) and holy *!xx there was a big yellow towplane with a glider behind him that looked like it took up the whole side window. I yanked the plane in a right dive and held my breath. He must of taken a left turn or didn't even see us. We called center and they said they either didn't have a transponder or didn't have it on and he couldn't see them. After that we got off the airway and gave the airport a large berth. We also took deep breathes to calm our heart rates down. Moral of the story... don't trust center to keep you from a midair when you are on an IFR flight plan in VFR.&lt;br /&gt;-Nina Anderson and Steve Meyerowitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245481111931854229-1174921863687276612?l=flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1174921863687276612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-ate-glider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/1174921863687276612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/1174921863687276612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-ate-glider.html' title='Almost ate a glider'/><author><name>Nina Anderson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqq3QHaULhQ/R3ri4ICxWcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmGx63q1Vsk/S220/ninacockpit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245481111931854229.post-8517763791729891136</id><published>2009-04-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:30:47.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin otter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying above the glass ceiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hijacking'/><title type='text'>Attempted hijacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt from my story in the book, Flying Above the Glass Ceiling:&lt;/strong&gt;The Twin Otter had cockpit doors that exited to the outside so we didn’t have to go through the passenger cabin. This was an easy out of the airplane as one crew discovered. Hijacking was in full swing and some dude decided to hijack the Twin Otter at Kennedy … where he thought he could go with an airplane with a few hours range and an airspeed that race cars exceed, I don’t know. The crew convinced him they had to close the door between the cabin and the cockpit to taxi, and then just bailed out the front doors leaving the guy sitting in the airplane waiting for the gun-wielding airport police. Anyway, those doors leaked so I spent a good bit of the winter at ANE wearing my ski pants to fly as the cockpit always filled with snow while airborne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245481111931854229-8517763791729891136?l=flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8517763791729891136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/attempted-hijacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/8517763791729891136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245481111931854229/posts/default/8517763791729891136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingpilotstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/attempted-hijacking.html' title='Attempted hijacking'/><author><name>Nina Anderson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqq3QHaULhQ/R3ri4ICxWcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmGx63q1Vsk/S220/ninacockpit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
