This is not going to be about the terrible idiom named in the title. Let me tell you a story. So yesterday, I was doing a solo flight from Columbia to Sullivan, MO. A couple hours before I was scheduled to leave, I got my map out and put together a flight plan. I used landmarks every ten minutes or so to make sure I didn't get lost. It was a solid plan. So now it's 1:00 and I'm just chilling up in the sky heading along my designated path. To make a long story short, I got lost. IN THE SKY. This is just one of the most nerve wracking experiences I've ever had to deal with. I couldn't see any cities nearby and all of my landmarks were covered in snow. It was just terrible. I got my phone out to check the GPS, no service. That sucked a lot. I didn't think I would ever make it back. I was writing my will out just in case they found me after I ran out of gas and died. I was preparing my letter of how I died so to save the authorities some time in the investigation. Now since I was caught up doing all that stuff, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was at. So now I'm really lost. I tuned the radio to the station the Sullivan airport uses and thankfully I could hear people talking. So then I looked around and found the airport. Everything worked out and I didn't die. On the way back to Columbia, the same thing happened. It was equally as nerve wracking.
Also, I'm typing this on my ipad because of apple's inferior hard drives they put into their computers. See, us conservatives can adapt.
Suit up.
JCL
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