Ask the pilot: From cockpit check to walkaround to stocking the galley: The Zen of preparing the …
From the van at 4 a.m. I catch sight of the Monster, its ink-dark silhouette looming in the Zavantem mist. "Monster" is my affectionate nickname for the Douglas DC-8. Or not so affectionately, really, as I assume the lumbering hulk of metal is destined, one way or the other, to kill me. Sure, it's my first jet. And sure, it's big. But it's also ancient. The real airlines gave up flying these… » Full Story on Salon.com
