I have recently completed training to be an airline pilot flying the Canadair Regional Jet. If you ever got on a flight and scoffed at the lack of overhead bin space, you are already familiar with the CRJ. Many people think the life of an airline pilot is glamorous or that we make lots of money. Neither of these is true, but that doesn't mean I can't try to have a little fun with it. Thus, I created this blog.
Sure, everyone and their mother can tell you about their favorite street cafe in Paris or the best hookah lounges in Dubai. Can they tell you about the best Thai food in Fargo, North Dakota? Or why not Minot? I think not.
These are the forgotten lands of America and abroad -- the flyover states, the non-spring break parts of Mexico, and a town in Canada called Regina. To many, they are the butt of jokes, but no longer. My airline flies over 1800 flights a day to 200 different destinations. Because it is a regional airline, its primary purpose is to go to these lesser know places and connect them to the major hubs like Minneapolis, Chicago, or San Francisco.
My job is to document the things I observe and the places I go. I will attempt to be as unbiased as possible, but once winter gets into full swing and I'm stranded in Chicago, all bets are off.
