Excerpt from Chapter 3: Military School of School and Schooled

This time, it was not working.

The wind shifted, and now the scorching brush fires were burning right up to the road. There I was on the westbound lane, gazing at ten-foot high flames, smelling fiery smoke and feeling heat on my face. Only the highway and the unburned median separated us from fire.

If the winds shifted again and jumped the road, we would die. Then I remembered I was carrying a spare 20-gallon plastic container filled with gasoline and a 22-foot hang glider kite – this could easily contribute to a vehicle explosion if the flames were to come closer…

Excerpt from Chapter 4: Undergraduate School of School and Schooled

One beautiful, sunny day while flying a banner, I started smelling electrical smoke. Smoke and fire are the worst phenomenon that could occur on any airplane, especially with aviation fuel on board and no fire trucks on board.

No problem.

I would just turn off the avionics master switch, I thought, and that would turn off all the avionics. Something was probably overheating. Big problem! The burning smell and puffy white smoke, only a few feet from my face, did not extinguish. Big problem! I could not drop my banner on the sunbathers and I did not want to land in the water…

Excerpt from Chapter Eight: The Last Thing You Want to Give Up Is Your Precious Sleep of Ten Healthy Tips

When I was in my late twenties, I operated the Boeing B747
jumbo jet from Tokyo, Japan to Anchorage, Alaska. Tokyo
is 18 hours ahead of Anchorage. That means, when it is 3
a.m. in Anchorage it is 9 p.m. in Tokyo on the same calendar
day. On this particular eight-hour flight,………….