My wife's grandfather was one of those mechanics at Alaska Airlines for many years. One of the original employees, or not far from it at least. Her grandparents were already in Alaska at WWII, Teri's mother, aunt and uncle were born there. A number of those years Fred was the top dog shop foreman. AA had a big party for him when he retired. For years afterward he was still well-known and respected in that part of the company. He was certainly one of the best mechanics I will ever know. I can't believe anything that had just come out of his shop wasn't operating exactly as it was supposed to, or better. Also I don't know if there is such a thing as a bad airplane mechanic. It doesn't seem likely that their career would be anything other than short. Virtually no room for mistakes in that business.
In the few years I was able to be around him I was always interested in his stories, and amazed at his ability to remember details of just about every mechanical thing ever made since he was a young man. Tractor, car, airplane, haybaler, steam engine, anything.
One time I was doing some brake work on my old 52 Chevy dump truck, and I needed a cylinder hone that I didn't have. So I called him up and asked if he had one that would fit. He asks, "Those were an inch and an eighth weren't they?" and of course they were and of course he had one. He probably hadn't worked on anything in years at that point, well into his eighties. He was a Ford guy by the way.
I was working up at Arlington Airport for about 5 years and right across the road was a hanger with the tail(s) of a Constellation sticking out. (Those buggers were big.) They had already been working on it for some time and did for a couple more years while I was there. The beautiful tailsection sticking out was like a permanent fixture around there.
One day I was leaving in the late afternoon, almost sunset, and there it was not only out of the hanger, but out on the runway with the engines running. I just had to stop to watch and listen. After a while it wound up, came down the runway and took off right over me almost. Circled around once, came back over and then left, never saw it again. Really was a sight to see and I am glad I was there. I'm sure that one is still around someplace.
Roger
In the few years I was able to be around him I was always interested in his stories, and amazed at his ability to remember details of just about every mechanical thing ever made since he was a young man. Tractor, car, airplane, haybaler, steam engine, anything.
One time I was doing some brake work on my old 52 Chevy dump truck, and I needed a cylinder hone that I didn't have. So I called him up and asked if he had one that would fit. He asks, "Those were an inch and an eighth weren't they?" and of course they were and of course he had one. He probably hadn't worked on anything in years at that point, well into his eighties. He was a Ford guy by the way.
I was working up at Arlington Airport for about 5 years and right across the road was a hanger with the tail(s) of a Constellation sticking out. (Those buggers were big.) They had already been working on it for some time and did for a couple more years while I was there. The beautiful tailsection sticking out was like a permanent fixture around there.
One day I was leaving in the late afternoon, almost sunset, and there it was not only out of the hanger, but out on the runway with the engines running. I just had to stop to watch and listen. After a while it wound up, came down the runway and took off right over me almost. Circled around once, came back over and then left, never saw it again. Really was a sight to see and I am glad I was there. I'm sure that one is still around someplace.
Roger