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| Grand Traverse Bay. We found ourselves exploring every bit of this well-used sectional chart. Cherry Capital Airport was our regular fuel stop, allowing us to rub elbows with corporate jets and the occasional 727 airliner. Among the radio chatter we heard while taxiing was the tower informing the flight crew of a Northwest Airlines 727, which had just landed, that the Monkeys (yes, the old band) were on board. Responded the female pilot, "I'm not sure about the guys in the back, but up here we have a full compliment of Monkeys". Laughter ensued, and I couldn't resist keying the mike and voicing an anonymous "hey hey for the Monkeys". What us private pilots won't do to talk on the radio. |
