Finally framed my old flight log from the diversion

Took forty years but I put the page up on the wall — the one from the night I diverted a 737 to Bangor because of a hydraulics warning that turned out to be a faulty sensor. I used to be embarrassed that I aborted for nothing. Now I look at it and think: better to land early than to explain why you didn't. The frame cost more than the damn plane did per hour.