“If you push us too far, you’re gonna have to “attend” to an asswhoppin.”
Now that’s one articulate flight “attend”ant. He should get double pay for double serving as a duct tape packing Air Marshall.
For Early Risers Who Wish That It Could Be Morning All Day
For Early Risers Who Wish It Could Be Morning All Day
By Gary Spetz
“If you push us too far, you’re gonna have to “attend” to an asswhoppin.”
Now that’s one articulate flight “attend”ant. He should get double pay for double serving as a duct tape packing Air Marshall.
By Gary Spetz


Re-watching these two 1980ish science fiction classics reminded me that Sigourney Weaver not only had to fight off the terrifying alien(s), but she also had to fight off greedy corporate scientists. They wanted to capture the extremely dangerous alien organisms for research. You know, mess with their unique alien properties in test tubes, so that they could find a way to profit (while, inadvertently, putting the entire human race at risk).
Of course, in the “real” non-fictional world there is no such thing as greedy corporate scientists (willing to put our lives at risk). Why? Because it’s “Science.”
By Gary Spetz
By Gary Spetz

I am doing a deep dive inside my 1986 Toro 1132 Powershift snowblower — affectionately known as the “Torosizer.” It came apart just as easy as you might imagine a rusty, gravel driveway beaten, 35-year old snowblower might come apart. With a few choice words, liquid wrench, and sheer will, it is now laying in pieces across my garage floor. By the looks of it, I think I am now committed to this project.
With luck, after I get some new parts, these snowblower pieces will fit back together (with no extra parts left on the floor). The dream is to once again have a snowblower that will throw snow further than 3 feet and will start without being preheated with a hair drier.
A guy can dream can’t he?
By Gary Spetz

Our late friend, Wayne, always embellished the attributes of his friends to other friends. It was a charming, though sometimes embarrassing, quality of his. But, I never knew him to embellish about himself or his experiences. He was not known for tall tales.
A few years back he told me a fascinating story of an averted Montana air disaster. He wasn’t aware himself of its scope until the deathbed admission of a fellow pilot.
Back in the old days of the 1960s, commercial airlines had three working in the cockpit — two pilots and a navigator. Wayne’s first job with Northwest Airlines, after his service in the Air Force, was as a young Boeing 727 navigator. As his story goes: During a blind, fogged-in landing approach to Missoula, Montana, Wayne noticed an anomaly with the flight path. I don’t know the details of how or why. But he told me that upon this discovery, he tapped the co-pilot on the shoulder and showed him his findings on a clip board. The co-pilot immediately pulled back on the yoke and throttled up into a steep, abrupt ascent. They made another go-around, then landed safely. Nothing more was said
about this incident until the co-pilot’s confession on his deathbed, decades later.
This is an unknown story and I thought that it should be mentioned as a tribute to Wayne. It turns out they were on a flight path that led into the side of a mountain. Obviously, such a horrible disaster would have been world news, save Wayne’s attentiveness.
An interesting side-note of this story is that the captain of this flight was the same captain of the famous (a few years later?) “D.B. Cooper Hijacking.”
By Gary Spetz
I post this clip of Michael Johnson as a tribute to our late friend, Wayne J. Anderson. He and his wife were big fans. Interestingly, when they lived in northern Idaho, a neighbor who owned a music store brought Michael Johnson over to Wayne’s house to show him Wayne’s newly purchased guitar. I believe MJ strummed a tune or two.