Confessions Of Captain X
June, 1989
It Should Have been routine.We were bringing a 727 into Saginaw, Michigan. The weather was clear and we had already begun our descent. I could see the airport spread out below me in a little geometric spill among the snowbanks.In one of those board-room maneuvers that have become endemic in our industry, my company had recently merged with a smaller airline. This had given us some new and, to me, unfamiliar routes. Although I knew about 200 U.S. airports like the palm of my hand, I had never bee...
