It's not about the Ferrari or the Porsche, but rather the simpler things in life, the simplicity of it all. Maybe it's the attention to detail, or
just that one thing you see out of the corner of your eye. It's not about the room packed full of expensive stuff, but rather the Spartan line across
the bookcase and the painting placed just so. It's not about the stuff, but rather the 'line'...that subtle line of sight, just something you notice,
but can't quite figure out. It's that little subtle taste in the wine you can't put your finger on. Too much and it would ruin the experience, but
just enough to make you want more.
The hard right turn onto runway 13 was anything but subtle. In fact, to a first timer it scared most people to death. The approach was thing of
legends, famed to this day. That a giant 747 could roll on its side down in between buildings like a fighter jet was amazing, headed straight for a
mountainside, people's laundry swinging in the breeze above your head. The view out the right side was nearly straight down, and out the left all
sky. For many it was truly terrifying.
On most days the wind was blowing across 13 over Victoria Bay. At night it was even more treacherous. Only a handful of pilots on Earth have ever
been certified to do it, it really was all that. The legendary approach into Kai Tak Airport in Hong Kong was like no other on Earth. Gone forever
now, but the memories remain.
All the nice cars, the refined dinner guests with all the accoutrements was always something to behold. Even if it always felt like I never fit in
really. I enjoyed the moment, but I noticed something in the process. Some people were completely consumed with the "image" of all that. For some
reason, I never was. I just wasn't.
A sport coat and some slacks were good, I never needed the Rolex or the Gucci shoes (although comfortable shoes are nice).
Otto was all into the pomp and circumstance, but behind the scenes we were friends. He was a good guy, albeit caught up in the moment. Me, I was
just a country boy way out of my element. It was funny actually. Me, I guess. I was probably akin to a high-society "dork" more than anything.
There was a famous 7-11 convenience store, I forget the address now, but it was right under the glide-path where the big 747-400's would start the
sharp right hand roll for Kai Tak. It was a big attraction, and they used to sell postcards of pictures people took of the jumbos overhead, their
wingtips almost touching the nearby buildings as they thundered overhead. You could almost touch them as they screamed by it seemed.
It was some kind of a corporate dinner this one night. There was always a reason for some 'corporate dinner' in that part of the world, another
reason for some celebration of nothing really. Oddly, Otto and I had met a couple of pretty nice girls at this occasion, and they seemed pretty down
to earth. HA! Now, Otto was completely out of his element. Once the lights dimmed and the music shut off, when all the glitz was gone, poor Otto
was lost. He didn't know what to do. Like a fish out of water. If it hadn't been so awkward, it would have been funny even.
"Now what do we do?" Otto said to me, the girls looking curiously on.
(End Pt I)
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