Imagine retarding the throttles, trimming the nose up slightly, feeling the ship as she prepares, reluctantly, to settle back to Earth, hearing the wind noise bleed off , the engines wind down, the robotic callout of 50, then 30, then 10, and knowing that this is the last time you will do this in the cockpit of an airliner. Tomorrow you turn 65 years old. This is the final landing of your career.
How many times, in how many different types of airplanes, in how many different places around the world, and in what different kinds of weather have you done this? With your 30,000 hours, your type ratings and memories, today is the end of the line.
If you are Kent Roper, you make a party of it. If…
