Long, long ago I was fortunate enough to hear a joke that’s stuck with me for all these years. What I hadn’t anticipated was that a single joke would help inform my political sensibilities forevermore. That’s right, a joke has become a guiding light to my method of dealing with others.
While out and about recently I saw something that left an impression on me. It was a line of sports cars and a Formula racer parked right there on the ramp in Sebring, Florida. They were bright red and carried names like Porsche and Mazda. Their engines had the ability to put out significantly more horsepower than the light airplanes I typically fly.
General aviation is something of a massive storage locker that houses a plethora of game plans designed to save the industry. It seems as if virtually everyone has one they’ve been working on, refining, honing to perfection. And the story of each plan is the same. It’s better. It will achieve more impressive results. Honest, it will.
There’s only one problem. For all the rock’em sock’em can’t-possibly-fail game plans on the table, there’s no team willing to take the field and implement them. We’re all chiefs with no indians. [Read more...]
With the new year came a big new announcement from our friends in Frederick, Maryland. Six new fly-in events will grace the calendar starting in 2014, spreading from the east coast to the west coast, with important bases of operation in the middle of the country, too.
Yes, this is big news. It signifies and entirely new and different approach for the largest and arguably most important of the aviation-centric alphabet organizations.
Imagine walking into a restaurant, sitting down, grabbing a menu, and finding only a single item listed there. One entree, that’s it. And let’s limit it to only one size of that entree. You don’t get to choose between the 6 ounce steak, the 9 ounce, or the 12 ounce. It’s the 12-ounce version or nothing.
What are the odds you’d go back there again?
Every week or two I spend time with a young man I have come to respect. He’s smart, creative, curious, and searching for a better way to identify and achieve his goals. So we sit and chat.
Sometimes we have coffee and a snack during a brief get together. Sometimes we jabber away for hours. The range of topics we cover is as big as all outdoors. There are no limitations on what might come up or where we might take the discussion.
He is a professional, I am his mentor. I’d like to believe I’m his friend, too.
Mentoring is one of those terms that comes up in conversation from time to time, usually in the context of, “Wouldn’t it be great if we could find a way to help these kids today get a better handle on things?”
It’s not nearly as popular an activity as it might be, though, and that’s a shame because it’s not hard, it’s not expensive, and it doesn’t really take up much of your time. There are no rules either.
The goal is so basic as to make mentoring a virtual slam-dunk for anyone who wants to give it a try. Basically, you’re passing along information. Information leads to inspiration, or insight, or confidence, or any number of things that might make the mentee’s experience less rocky and more productive.
If we were to reduce the mission statement to just a few words, they might be these: Mentors help mentees find their way.
The process can be quite long, lasting for years in some cases. Yet it can be surprisingly enjoyable. If you do it well a relationship develops.
In our case, that relationship is valued by both parties. We like each other. Maybe because our time together isn’t dominated by completely serious, nose-to-the-grindstone discussions. We laugh quite a bit. Admittedly, it’s not at all unusual for us to get into deep discussions about social issues, historical events, or personalities my mentee is interested in or curious about. And that’s all good stuff.
After all, I’m a chubby white guy in my mid-50s and he’s a fit young black man a whole generation younger than me. Somehow we find things to talk about that satisfy both of us. To be honest, finding those topics of conversation is a lot easier than you might imagine.
Earlier today he said, “I’m interested in flying.” That surprised me because I’m not making any attempt to turn him into a pilot, or a mechanic, or an aviation enthusiast of any kind. In fact other than a few meetings at my airport office, and a single occurrence of walking him out to an airplane and putting him in the pilot seat to shake things up a bit, I’ve never suggested he should consider flying.
You see how mentoring works? It’s subtle. What my mentee is getting out of the process is not limited to the topics we discuss. He’s also benefiting from seeing someone he respects do things he never even considered doing. He meets a wide array of people through me that he would likely never meet otherwise. Each of them brings something to his thought processes, too. And it is those thought processes that will lead this increasingly impressive young man to do big things one day.
Who knows? Maybe he will learn to fly one day. If he does I suspect he’ll find a way to pass his newfound interest in aviation on to his friends and neighbors — people whom I would not normally come in contact with.
Now I’m not suggesting that every pilot in America should rush right out and find a young person to mentor. No, not at all. They shouldn’t limit themselves to young people. Mentor anyone who expresses an interest in it. Can you imagine what an impact a couple hundred thousand aviation-friendly mentors could have on life in America?
Admittedly you can’t just go out and grab the first person you see by the lapels and announce in a loud, commanding voice that you intend to mentor them. That sort of things tends to get you locked up in a small room under professional observation. You can be a bit more diplomatic and stylish about your search for a mentee. But do it.
Your local high school may have a listing of students who are interested in making contact with local men and women who have experience in specific fields of endeavor. I have a friend who is involved in such a program in my city, and I’m pleased to say he hands off a small number of high school students to me each year who think they may be interested in a career in aviation. We talk, ride around the airport, stick our heads in some hangars, talk to the mechanics in the shop and that sort of thing. So far, so good.
Civic groups like the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts may be able to identify teenagers who have an interest in whatever it is you do for a living. Your local Chamber of Commerce may include a young professionals sub-set where you can offer your services as a mentor.
What a great way to start off a new year, by making the decision to help someone else. Good on you for that one.
If you’re like most people, you commuted to work this morning, set up shop, got involved with the projects on your schedule, took a lunch break, got back to work, and then commuted home again. The whole process took something like nine or 10 hours and in that time you were bombarded with messages, advertisements, and sales pitches.
They’re so common to our daily lives you may not have even noticed them. [Read more...]
Dennis Miller, the comedian, social commentator, and all around intellectual bon vivant, once had a popular cable program that was famous for two things. His guests were encouraged to disagree without becoming disagreeable. There was no shouting on Miller’s show, even when the topics were incendiary enough to have degenerated into a slobbering, spittle-spewing, scream-fest had they been conducted by any other host of the day.
But perhaps more than that, Miller distinguished himself by beginning each program with a rant. These five- to eight-minute long diatribes were pithy, funny, often on target, and written with a highly specific perspective in mind. Yet no matter what the topic, Miller always ended his rants in the same way, saying, “Of course that’s just my opinion. I could be wrong.”
Let’s try a thought experiment together, just you and me. First, we’ll set the scene. You own a company. A big company with thousands of employees, a budget big enough to choke a team of Clydesdales, and a customer base that numbers in the tens of thousands. Sadly, most of those customers are at least somewhat dissatisfied with the quality of the service your company offers.
And there’s another problem. You don’t actually have enough cash on hand, or credit, to purchase the supplies you need to provide some of the services you’ve advertised to your customers.
Oops. That’s not good.
Thanksgiving is upon us. Then comes Christmas and the New Year and an encounter with that dirty lying scoundrel known as the bathroom scale. I will gain weight over the coming weeks. You may well add a few ounces to your frame as well. Thank aviation for that bonus of winter girth. Thank it all year long, too.