Ask the pilot: When a routine flight is plunged into weirdness after the crew smells smoke, how to …

It's the winter of 1994, and for now at least the payroll checks are clearing and business is good. On a clear, bitingly cold evening we're readying for a scheduled flight from Boston up to Charlottetown, in the Canadian Maritimes.

Charlottetown is the capital of Prince Edward Island, PEI, the smallest and maybe the most charming of Canada's provinces. We do a lot of flying up there, carrying… » Full Story on Salon.com