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Geoff Goodyear Going It Alone
"He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts" – John Fletcher, 1579-1625

For the most part, we work in a single-pilot environment. It is not an unusual occurrence to find ourselves flying alone, bereft of company save the odd mosquito, and left to our individual thoughts and devices. I find this occasional solitude quite pleasant and I look forward to truly solo flights. Not having the responsibility for passengers provides the opportunity to relax a little. It is a rare occasion that one will get into a protracted argument with oneself. I have seen it happen … but mercifully it is rare and the drugs they have these days can work wonders. It does bring up an interesting point for discussion, though.

We behave differently when colleagues or clients accompany us than we do when we are alone. I cannot support this statement with any scientific doctrine or publication, but basic observation would suggest that this is true.

While on a job away from base I sauntered into a local restaurant one Sunday morning and was the only one there. After several minutes of waiting alone at one of the tables someone spied me from the kitchen and came rushing out to inform me that this part of the restaurant was closed on Sundays but the coffee shop just down the hallway could serve me breakfast.

The individual disappeared back into the bowels of the kitchen, presumably to prepare food for patrons who would be asked to depart before eating. After having apologized for my unauthorized presence, I got up to leave and seek out the coffee shop. I was now alone, left to my own devices, in that peaceful state of grace that flows from neither following nor being followed. I sauntered to the exit, comfortable in my lone existence and confident in my eventual ability to feed myself. I then made a hard right turn and walked right into a closet. There was a loud crash of coat hangers, the heavy-duty aluminum ones, as they swirled about my head and momentarily restrained me like some hapless animal caught in a snare. So much for a state of grace!