Todd’s school is right down the street, so he came by and we walked around this area of Mesa, which I’ve come to call Little Mexico. We walked into the sleaziest, cheapest looking taqueria on the block. The two proprietors were the only people in there. There was some meat product rotating on an autodoner in the window. Todd ordered a burrito and two carne asada tacos. The woman at the register nodded, but continued playing with receipts and money. The guy in an apron walked off, but returned a few moments later and returned to stand at the counter.…
I rode the mesa shuttle half an hour to the new training center down at Williams Gateway Airport where the new training center is this morning. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the initial conversation with the training department went something like this… “What are you guys here for?” “Uhm. We were hoping you could tell us.” It seems that we’re going to go through initial training again, but this time it’s a bit different. It’ll be Freedom Airlines training, specifically on the CRJ-900. This is good, because the CRJ-900 is a little simpler than the 200, which which is…
Or, more correctly, Mesa, AZ. I’m headed to class in just a few minutes, and so I hope I know more about what’s going on soon. The drive down was uneventful and not unpleasant. I made it in 11.5 hours including stops. I was surprised to see the amount of snow on the ground even in Arizona–also surprised that it was reasonably mountainous terrain the whole way. I’m supposed to have a roommate this time around, but he hasn’t showed up yet.
From Andy Tanenbaum, the Votemaster over at Electoral Vote: Only in America can a homeless person living in a cardboard box oppose raising taxes on millionaires because he hopes to be a millionaire some day.