As much as I trust the safety of airplanes, twin propeller airplanes put me just a bit on edge. A couple weeks ago I had the pleasure of riding one of these 15 passenger planes from Green Bay to Milwaukee. They had downsized the plane, and were 1 passenger over the weight limit (note that it was the WEIGHT limit, not the SEAT limit). That can’t make you feel too good about hopping on one of these puddle hoppers.

Finally, one poor soul gives up his seat for some flight vouchers, and we board the plane. I find my seat, settle in for a short flight, then look out the window, and there looms this giant propeller. Now, I’m not one to be afraid of flying, but that entire 30 minute flight, I had a hard time thinking of anything other than “If that propeller came loose and flew off, I’d be the first to go - I wouldn’t have a chance”.

Of course, statistically speaking, I know I’m quite safe on an airplane, unlike all those delusional SUV fanatics.

We did have a good time in da U.P. though for my grandparents 50th, eh.

From Savoie’s 50th.