I recall seeing Captain Dick Baker (another junior puke flying those damn CQ's) and few days later on the line. He elaborated that he was on #63o a day later. What happened was EWR notified STL who notified the primary shipper, Ozark, in Springfield, MO what had happened, all within minutes of my departure. The breeder wasn't overly upset as apparently things like this happened every so often All he wanted was for his son and daughter-in-law to be flown to Pittsburgh to try and get the dog back. Both airlines readily agreed and by that afternoon the couple was at the Pittsburgh airport where they quickly retrieved the damn dog. They were put up in a local motel and when Dick came through on Flight 63o that night they brought the dog right to the aircraft. Dick very nicely gave them a cockpit tour and showed them how the operation went. Then he departed with the dog and they caught the next flight or flights back to Springfield feeling very impressed with the operation. Dick said they enjoyed the cockpit tour immensely. So it did have kind of a therapeutic effect. Of course all the EWR domicile teased me unmercefully and the word slowly leaked around to all of the junior guys in the New York area where I took a lot more grief. I did draw a cartoon, about a month later, and presented it to the cargo supervisor in Pittsburgh. I can't recall exactly what I drew, but I know I had that damn Great Dane bitch right in the middle of the picture. The company, thankfully, never said a word to me about the incident. I guess they figured the teasing I got was enough punishment. I know one thing though, I never ever let any animals out of any aircraft I captained, nor even petted one for the rest of my career!
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