The captain is a class act that has become all too rare. Walking the sinking plane twice to be sure that all were off tops off all his heroic efforts.

I understand from an interview with one of the ferry passengers that after the captain was onboard the ferry, he just sat there sipping a cup of coffee like it was all in a day’s work.

I guess, with the career that had prepared him for this day, it was.

I admire all you crazy F-whatever pilots. I watch F-16 pilots fly over my house (if I can find them with my eyes since hearing is misleading) and think, “That looks like fun!” followed immediately by the thought, “Not in a million years.”