I always look forward to this annual event since getting more women involved in aviation has become my biggest life cause. But then leading up to it, I start to stress about the weather, about people getting airsick, about someone not liking it. I question why I put myself through the stress. Will I really make a difference in someone’s life? Will people remember this flight? I tell myself not to fret about such things, especially the weather, since I can’t do a thing about any of them. But since I want everyone to have a great time, of course I still worry about those things. You could set your watch by my insomnia when I’d wake up in the middle of each night and check the weather, see that the forecast hadn’t changed since the last time I looked, think about how many times the forecast is correct versus incorrect, and hope that the predicted fog will lift sooner than forecast. Having satisfied my curiosity but the outlook not looking any better, I could finally fall back asleep, restless though it was.
And the first day of my event nearly confirmed my fears of the weather not cooperating. The low fog threatened to cancel the only flight for the day I had after the second one cancelled. But, somehow, like magic, the clouds lifted *just* enough to fly the Lakefront Airport control tower supervisor and his two daughters over the city and then across the lake to see their house (they got an extra long ride since the other flight cancelled).
I’m never sure if the kids are liking the flight. They either talk nonstop about what they’re seeing or are totally silent, and I don’t know what to make of either reaction. I ask every few minutes if they’re feeling okay to make sure they’re not about to throw up on the instrument panel or on me. And once the flight is over and I can talk more, I ask how they liked it and get a subdued “That was cool” that I’m never sure if they really liked it or are just saying that to be kind.
I walked them back into the terminal building and asked if the girls wanted to be pilots, and they both shook their heads shyly. Ah well. You can’t win ‘em all. So I was delighted when their dad posted on Facebook later in the day that as soon as they got to the parking lot, they said they want to take flying lessons. His exact words were “And I thought Catholic school was expensive!” I love hearing that I influenced someone to take flying lessons, but I also feel sorry for the parents who have to pay for it! I spared my parents that expense (though they certainly were not spared many other expenses with my odd hobbies growing up!) when I took up flying long after I had moved out. You’re welcome!
Friday was a nice, easy day of flying with only the one flight after the fog lifted. But I knew Saturday would be a long day, and of course I woke up in the middle of the night hoping everything would go smoothly.
We got started a little late on Saturday when my plane came back late from a lesson just before my flights, which then made all the rest of the flights I had late. But it allowed me to get to know my first passenger a little better while we talked as we waited for the plane. Bella is the cute daughter of one of our tower controllers, and she was full of energy and even more ready to go flying than I was! We also share the same favorite color, so we bonded much better than I normally do with kids. She and her dad came up with me for a couple of circles around the city to see the Superdome, all the skyscrapers downtown, the weird aquarium building, the French Quarter, the river, the parks, and all those houses and cemeteries we have dotting the landscape.
After the flight, Bella said she loved it and even gave me a hug on her way out. That’s the kind of payment that makes me keep giving these flights for free!
My next flight was another special one since I had asked my best friend and his girlfriend if they wanted to come for a flight. I joked with my best friend the night before that a lot of men see my posts about giving free flights to women and girls during the Women in Aviation week event and offer to wear a dress if they can come. I always say “You can definitely come if you do that as long as I can take pictures!” Sadly, no one actually takes me up on it. But my best friend is different. He’s a special case. He’s never…how shall I put this?…taken life too seriously. So when I mentioned the dress thing, and since he’s been a devoted Red Dress Run participant for years (it’s a popular bar hop event in New Orleans that sees nearly the entire male population of New Orleans wear a red dress), I saw that telltale sparkle in his eye and figured I’d be in for quite a sight when they showed up at the airport. And I was not disappointed! Luckily, his girlfriend is very understanding and takes his antics in stride. He looked girlier than either of us did! I get out of the plane from my previous flight to see him strutting up in a sleeveless red and black dress with a v-line neck, normally for cleavage but on a guy just shows chest hair, hairy legs, and a nice set of high heels that actually made me a little jealous of his shoes! I laughed when I realized that this is a normal thing in New Orleans for a girl to be jealous of her guy friend’s shoes. We took some pictures by the plane and even did a cover girl shoot with me egging him on “Work it, girl! Work it!”
Right in the middle of my six flights on Saturday was my brother, his wife, and their two kids. None of us were sure if the kids would like it or not. I had taken my niece taxiing around in the plane years ago to get her used to the noise (neither of the kids like loud noises), but this was our first time actually flying. So I took my brother and my niece on the first flight of the Seidemann family, and my niece liked it so much she asked if she could come on the next flight! I think my brother may have liked it even more than my niece! He’s heavily involved in cemetery preservation with his work for the state Attorney General, and he must have snapped a picture of every little cemetery in the city (and we have a ton)! He even pointed out a few that I had never noticed before, and I’ve been on this merry-go-round once or twice. My brother, who has never liked any kind of flying and who I wasn’t sure would come, even said that he could see how flying could be addictive and was surprised how smooth it was (thankfully that was one of the smoothest flights of the day)! We then loaded up my sister-in-law, offloaded my brother, and put my nephew in. As Lakefront Airport sits right on Lake Pontchartrain (which technically is not even a lake since it opens into the Gulf of Mexico and is actually an estuary, but who’s counting?), many of my passengers commented on how huge the lake looks even from the air. My niece thought it was the ocean, and I can easily see the confusion when you look across and can’t see land on the other side. Lake/Ocean confusion aside, another happy set of Seidemann passengers!
I had one last flight after my brother’s family to end quite a long day of flying. Saturday’s passenger count was 13 people and 13 smiles getting out of the plane, the perfect ratio!
I could relax a little Saturday night as I knew Sunday was a shorter day with only two flights. Even still, my mind will not let me sleep all night, and I had to get up to check the weather and worry about it some more. I skipped my morning run so I could get some extra sleep and was pleased to see a nice, clear blue sky when I woke up. Sigh of relief.
My first flight was the Airport Director’s daughter and her friend, and I realized that there’s a direct correlation between age (teenage) and number of selfies taken. I thought about reminding them that there was actual scenery out the window, but I suppose everyone enjoys flying in her own way!
My next and last flight of the day was another tower controller’s daughter, her fiancé, and her fiancé’s brother. The fiancé was the most nervous passenger I’ve ever had, and I worried that he’d really freak out once we got in the air. It was his first flight ever, not just in a small plane, but ever. I’ve taken a few people on their first flight ever, and they are always a little nervous. But every time in the past, as soon as we got into the air, they forget the nervousness as they plaster their face to the window and marvel at the view. I was hoping he would do the same, but I was starting to wonder. I went through my schpeel about if you feel slightly dizzy or queasy, let me know right away and we’ll come straight back to the airport. He went on and on about his life insurance policy and who would get his money if he died. I asked him multiple times if he really wanted to go. I’m not going to take anyone up who doesn’t want to go. He said he was ready. I wondered if this was going to be the story I end up telling around the airport about some crazy passenger who flipped out once we got airborne. But all the worrying (his and, ergo, mine) was for nothing. We hadn’t even reached our city tour altitude of 1,500 feet before he said he wanted to buy a plane and have me fly it. Phew! It was slightly bumpy, but everyone said they felt fine when I asked. He was totally calm when we got out of the plane and took lots of pictures standing next to the plane.
That’s a wrap! Total passengers: 21 (mostly women, a few men, and one dude in a dress). Hopefully a few of those will become regulars at the flight school. Total flights: 9. Total engine running time: 5.5 hours. And I’m happy to report that on Sunday night, I slept like a rock without having my mind wake me up to check the weather. Until next year, happy Women in Aviation Week!