A vignette relating to the thread below

[karlrschneider]

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x2405721

I'm not excusing my own behavior, or that of anyone else, but in relation to the comments on this...back in 1979 or so (my logbooks are in the office so I'm not sure precisely when) I had flown my #2 boss (uncle of Tom Coburn, John) to Detroit. We went out "on the town" with Avery "*******" starting about 4 PM and included visits to several places (my memory of the details is foggy) but began at a "Mexican-style" restaurant/bar that had very good Margueritas...from there we went to a Greek place, and imbibed insane amounts of Ouzo and attempted to dance
according to custom. Finally we ended up at that huge high-rise fancy joint on the lakeside whose name I've forgotten. By that time we were all seventeen "sheets to the wind."...and another employee and I complained to John that we were somewhat pissed off that he had hired his son-in-law at a huge salary. Well, it escalated from there, and we decided to go HOME and just leave him there. We found a taxi and went back to the airport to retrieve the airplane but I knew I was in no shape to fly it, but we found a guy who had a multi-engine rating who said he would do it. Whoa...I'm as drunk as a sailor on leave in San Diego and so was my fellow employee so we offered him ... I think it was $200 to fly the plane home, plus an airline ticket back to Detroit.

Anyway, he agreed. I was so wasted, (sitting in the right seat) I could barely see, but I let him go ahead. He couldn't even get the engines started. (This is a true story) So I managed to help him get them going, he did get us off the ground and I passed out. Literally.
About 2 hours later, he's poking me...trying to wake me up. I get a little of my shit together and see there are huge thunderstorms just ahead. Lots of lightning and tops at flight level 300. It was only about 100 miles from our destination (Muskogee, OK) so I got on the radio and got an IFR (Instrument) clearance onto home. And after half an hour, even though I was still pretty drunk, this guy freaked and I had to make the approach and landing. (This is now about 4 a.m.)

And I'm not sure what point I'm trying to make here. I really should write a book. :D
edit: fixed some typos...