Michelee Cabot
Author, Adventurer & Pilot
The Most Magnificent Hamburgers
The artsy world of eating drifts continuously through culinary phases - nouvelle cuisine, mexican fusion, asian fusian, classic french... And so on. And even the dearly-beloved American burger (with cheese) has not escaped unnoticed. Here I've named and pictured two...
Meat Eaters Only
Hangover Burger Lordsburg Taproom, La Verne CA When I was high-chair size, I remember a busy-body lady leaning over to me and chirping "Look at those lovely carrots... Are they what make your cheeks so rosy?" Speaking to strangers was a no-no, but this needed a...
3 Axis Control
3 Axes (plural of axis) Learning to fly - to maneuver an aircraft - isn’t hard, once you get it into your head that it’s nothing like a car. A plane can be a slippery eel. It maddeningly wallows and bobs if you don’t remember it’s got three axes to slither around on....
Second Time
But before I could get into the air, I had to speak that Arabic numeral thing… the new language. He reached over, clicked on the radio, and twiddled a knob. We listened to a string of babbled numbers coming from the speaker. (The ATIS, automated terminal Information...
The First Time
The first time The moment I had fantasized, been dreaming about, anticipating with sweaty palms – had arrived. Two weeks before, my world had rocketed out of humdrum grey with a mere phone call. I was poking around for a glider ride. (Missed out on that during a ski...
Lettuce-Free Salad
Lettuce Free Salad? Hard to fathom, but there are people in this world who really don’t like lettuce. When they order their juicy cheeseburgers, it’s “hold the lettuce.” The same for any sandwich, even the iconic Club. And when they’re served unrequested side salads...
Ground-loops?
“JEEZ, DON’T GROUND-LOOP IT!” “Jeez! - don’t let it ground-loop!!!” Shrinking from the baggy-eyed bully as he grabbed the controls, I glared at him. “Hey wait, dammit – ground loop?!” He relaxed his grip as we rolled out, giving me back the rudder to steer the wheels...
On Father’s Day, remembering
In Memoriam, to a wonderful father (Excerpt from Fly Over Down Under) 1946 - WW II is over... we are joining my father in Luzon. The transport ship pulled in to dock at destination Manila. A brass band played with great gusto and feeling, “Kiss me once, and kiss me...
How It All Began
Flying. Something for birds and boys, right? That’s what my parents’ world had me think. (Daddy was the flyer…. We were nee the Army Air Corps, then the US Air Force.) I believed that – until one day, way into my own grown-up life, somebody said “Naw, we don’t do...
Turn Right at the Statue
I was wiggling my toes deep under the covers, feeling the cool sheets after the hot summer day. Ahhh. There are pleasures you never tire of, and that end of day bliss in your safe harbor is one. The phone rang, putting a shrill end to our bedtime’s peace and calm. It...
Flying Tigers
“Lawsa, Miz Morgan, dat chile is lahk a lambs-tail in fly time, dartin’ all ovah dat yahd!!” That was my beloved black nanny Dolly, patient and tender, who still lives in my heart. Love doesn’t know color, when you’re a child. She would shield me from sadness "Oh...
Sticky date toffee pudding
For me, one of the finest pleasures of travel comes at the table. Way beyond those $100 hamburgers we pilots are infamous for sniffing out at airports, across the sweeping landscapes of the USA. Though I bloom with the excitement of new sights, gustatory delights are...
Hey, it’s not a rocket!
He became my all-knowing god, my flight instructor. He was a scrawny-legged, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed, beyond middle-aged smoker. But total trust is needed, you see, to teeter around the skies in a little trainer. I had to believe he would not let me plummet and die,...
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