And last week, 39 years later -- 23,000 jet hours later -- I completed my last airline flight, a B-777-200 LR to Frankfurt and back.
I ended up with Type Ratings on the DC-9, B-727, A-320 (inc 319 and 321), L-1011, B-767, A-340, A-330 and B-777. My preference? Well, it was always for a paycheck, but I liked Airbus least -- and I had 12 years to think about that, left and right seat.
Left to myself, my last flight would have been unannounced. I would have faded silently away. But Robin and some other friends decided that wasn't an option. They formed a Cabal. I had no idea. They organized a Conspiracy. A Great Organization took shape. I was in the dark. But the final result was a wonderful thing, and major life-event for me.
It started with my FO, John A, whom I grew up with at the farm. I probably taught him to drive a Farmall H in 1973. He was one of my brother Phil's best friends. We wangled a flight-drop, and got him in the right seat for the trip. Then the FO who brought our airplane in from HKG was another graduate of that farm, Andy H, and he hung around an hour after arrival to get this photo taken. (John is on the left.)

Here we are way back in the tractor days, after sweating on a hot spring-planting day...

Slight change of scene, first in Flight Planning...

... and then in the Boeing.