when i was the fire chief for the volunteer dept. up here we got a call to respond to the airport. aircraft in distress.
the info i received from flight services was that a canadian built challenger blew a engine and threw all the parts out the rear.
the aircraft landed with no problem. i wiped the frozen sweat from my face and walked to sleek jet.
i walked up the stairs and came face to face with an elderly man about 6' with white hair. we shock hands.
i was checking the crew to see if they were exhibiting any signs of mental/physical distress. also to get the all-clear.
the captian was calmer than calm ().
he introduced himself as Max Ward.
i introduced myself as Vince the fire chief (up here we don't usually introduce ourselves with our last name).
in case your wondering, i still haven't clued in on who this guy is at this point.
we both walked over to the fight service station. i needed pertinent information to complete my report.
mr Ward, gets on the horn and calls his office. he says to the person on the other end of the phone to send "the lear" up to rankin.
in case your wondering, now i'm starting to get juuuuust a little curious as to who this guy is.
max left the room for some reason and the fight service specialist says to me, "do you know who that is?"
i say,"yeah, max ward."
the flight service guy says,"Max Ward, the former owner of Ward Air." caaaalick!!
i would have loved to stick around a chat with him but i had to get back to the fire hall.