Air France 447 DNA I.D. Good-Now Sophie’s Choice Awaits

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    Boeing 777 Air Emergency: Engine thrust rollback events


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    George’s Point of View

    come on Boeing/Rolls Royce, FIX-IT, waiting can be life-costly!

    As you can see by the NTSB Press Release, It is time for Rolls-Royce and Boeing to move forward on a corrective redesign of Rolls-Royce RB211 Trent 800 Series engines.

    Take a look at these two incidents:

    The solution is to amend the safety vulnerability. Redesign the FOHE and eliminate the potential of ice build-up.

    NTSB agents believe there’s a good chance this will happen again; we would hazard a guess that it has already happened more than the twice we’ve mentioned here, and will continue to happen until the solution suggestion is implemented, built, and installed asap before we have to write here about 777 incidents or fatalities.

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  • Ethiopian Airlines: Victims’ Families Endure

    There’s always a lot of finger-pointing going on, so it really isn’t unexpected that Ethiopia accused Lebanon of misleading and hampering the investigation. We should remember that the ICAO could not be there if the investigation did not live up to the highest standard.

    It is also important to remember that any speculative conclusions, or “leaks” or preliminary investigation results are just that: speculation or investigation, or preliminary. It takes months and sometimes years to get to the cause of a crash, and this one is no exception. Eventually, no stone will be unturned.

    Remember that all of the parties involved will be conducting their own investigations–not only the governments, but also the plane manufacturers, the component manufacturers, (any party who thinks they may be sued), as well as attorneys who are looking out for the welfare of their clients.

    Many research teams are engaged in ferreting out, determining and studying the facts of the crash.

    It is a shame that after all their grief, the families have to endure finger-pointing and speculative theories masquerading as truth, smokescreens which are put out by reporters or politicians for political purposes.

    These investigations take time. There are no fast and easy answers. Look at the Air France Flight 447 crash of 2009. We’re still hearing all sorts of theories, but even in that earlier crash, the investigation is still going on; we’re still looking for wreckage and black boxes.

    And so, the families weather the storm, continuing to bide their time, enduring their grief, and waiting—patiently or not—for facts, for answers, for the truth to show itself.

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    Happy New Year

    Dear Friends and Family and 2016,

    Best wishes to all.
    2016, I must tell you that you were a hectic year, crazy in many ways, with wins and losses, some that cut us deeply, and some that inspired us. You were in all ways unexpected. I must introduce myself. I am no one special, just one among the billions of your survivors. I am not an elected spokesperson. I am just a man with something to say to you. Thanks for the good and the bad; thanks for the memories. You gave us Trump, not my first choice but he is our president now, and we have to support him.
    2016, I am sad to confess that in the past three hundred and sixty five days, I did not finish all my work. Not your fault. The wheels of justice roll at their own pace. Three airline cases this year and some older cases too, are unfinished, so they must be part of my baggage moving on, along with everything I learned and loved in 2016. Of course I will look back and try to make sense of you, but I am not writing today to look back. I’m not going to be caught on January 1st facing backward. I am saying goodbye to you, and opening the door to an amazing future. Onward and upward.

    Sometimes the passage of time is a little unbelievable. I’ve been writing books set a couple of years back in time, little fictional landscapes in history, mostly in Los Angeles. I began Mario 4, and expect to finish in 2017. It’s a great thing to be able to do, to revisit a familiar time, and play around with it, then to come out of the writing coma, to find myself quite unbelievably on the cusp of 2017, coming up for air with a piece of the mid-sixties like this one to take into next year: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” I have decided that this will be the watchword of my 2017.

    2016, as years go, you were exceptional, but it is time to lay you to rest. I will not mourn you, but fill my arms and heart with you to carry on all of your good into the rollercoaster of next year. If my wishes for the future come true, 2017 will be filled to bursting with life and love for everyone, dreams and goals to work toward, and all shadows banished. Every year finds its way.

    Good night 2016. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

    To my family and friends, colleagues and cohorts, strangers and future friends, may the dream of a better day become reality, and 2017 be the best year we have ever had.

    Good morning 2017.

    George Hatcher

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  • Hello 2014

    On the last eve of 2013, sunlight sank and sent me home to supper on prime rib, salads, lots of goodies– to think on what to write. For several decades our New Year celebrations were in Las Vegas, then we changed that to staying home just because it became boring to be out when we have such a lovely space where we live. There’s no place like home.

    To borrow a concept from Corinthians 13:11, last night I could say I was 2013, I thought as 2013, I spoke as 2013, I understood as 2013, I lived as 2013. But now is the dawn of 2014 and I have put away last year. Now I will henceforth speak in 2014. The language, and experience of 2013 is yesterday, gone forever. Looking at it like that, the year is fleeting (where did the whole year go so quickly?) Gone in a second, and I am, as are we all, faced with this new year, this tabula rasa. Where do I place my feet to not deface this drift of new fallen snow shortly to wear my footsteps? Forget resolutions—transitory things. These are our lives we are talking about. Our todays.

    On a new year, it seems that we hold time like water in our hands. However tightly we clench our fingers, it drips away. But if that water falls on a seed, a seed may grow, and become something. Maybe that’s how we scatter ourselves in time, like the ripplings of a pond, and a scattering of those seedlings we have watered as we lived through the last 365 days.

    On this eve, Nasa may be sending New Years Greetings from space to Time Square. I am happy to greet the new year from my home in California. After my most recent adventure in consulting, for one who travels so much, there is nothing to compare with the domestic bliss of home—except maybe the next venture.

    I hope to still do my business abroad and keep the home fires flourishing.
    I hope this year I always make the better choice.
    I hope that I don’t lose sight of what is most important.
    I hope I can help more people.
    I hope to make more friends around the world.
    I hope to do more than just live in my residence.
    It is not as if the fate of the free world hangs in the balance, but for me, in my little corner of the world, the choices I make every day feel very important. Next year I hope to make the right choices, facing each bump, and flat and fork in the road with an awareness of everyone else on the path. I do not say goodbye to my good friend 2013 or the years before. Like my grouchy window wipers squeaking in protest, the past is not swept aside like raindrops. It lives in me.

    This year I will not think of the year as an infant with a scant year to live. Instead, I will think of the metaphor of the dawn. How the dawn greets us with a fresh face every day, not just once a year. How brilliant is that? I am glad to be here, glad to be with my family and friends. I have worked with you, fought with you, wept with you, loved with you, laughed with you. I am sad for our losses, joyful for our successes. And with the dawn of 2014, I wish us all a bright new dawn of unlimited promise, hope, and maybe peace in the world. As Tiny Tim said last week and every Christmas since Charles Dickens brought him to life on December 19 1843, God bless us, every one.

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    Updating the Brazilian Statistics on the body count/recovery

    Of the 58 Brazilians aboard the notorious Rio-Paris Air France Flight 447, 18 have been found and identified.

    Of the 153 victims, 74 reside on the ocean floor. Some of those may be the 40 lost Brazilians.

    During the recovery process, some families chose not to disturb the remains. Some of the bodies were simply lost at sea.

    There is still a lot of finger-pointing going on. Whatever the cause, Air France Flight 447 stalled and crashed in bad weather, killing 153.

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    Severe Weather Disrupting Travel

    George’s Point of View

    The weather in Los Angeles may be a gray, drizzly 56 degrees today, but much of Europe is suffering travel-suspending ice and snow. Snow on the forecast, snowplows on the runways, chains on the cars and weather delays on the calendar. And who is embroiled in all of this? Pilgrims and passengers, wayfarers, tourists and businessmen, travelers all.

    And these brave folk out going where many have gone before are complaining about “unnecessary” delays in their travel plans. They are getting all wound up.

    Listen, when you fly in winter, delays are going to happen. Need I say it is better to be safe than sorry? Believe me, I know. And my feet have been in your cold, wet, uncomfortable, transient shoes all too many times. But waiting is better than crashing.

    I understand firsthand the griping of the thousands of travelers stranded overnight in hundreds of airports all over the world. Truly, I feel your pain. But it reminds me of butter. No, it reminds me of chiffon. (Forgettable margarine. Memorable cosmos.)

    Remember that 1970’s commercial….

    If you’re going to try to fly when there’s five inches of snow on the runway at Heathrow, delays are going to happen. You’re going to get a message like “Due to the continuing bad weather, further flight delays and cancellations are likely over the coming days and beyond. We are operating a reduced schedule until 06:00 on Wednesday, 22 December.”

    If you’re going to take off from Charles de Gaulle Airport in December, delays will happen. Look at Rouen in the snow. (Livecam) Airports are chaotic enough around the holidays but when you throw this kind of weather in the mix, you’re relying on the airport who is relying on every contractor they can get their hands on to get runways clear in an uphill battle; and you’re relying on planes that don’t function at their best in freezing conditions; and you’re relying on an industry that is hamstrung by untenable weather.

    This weather will pass. Enjoy the scenery. Fly safe. I hope that there will be one less aviation-related accident for me to hear about.

    So where ever you are this holiday season, take your cup of cocoa with marshmallows, or coffee, or whatever is your cuppa tea, and cozy up somewhere warm. You can’t fool (with) Mother Nature. It’s going to be a long winter.

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