Podcasts about Boeing Field

What’s Trending: Dow Constantine’s efforts to prevent ICE from using Boeing Field for deportations have finally come to an end. Joe Biden is overseas and continues to dodge questions about pardoning his son. // LongForm: GUEST: Democrat consultant Julian Epstein gives his take on why his party lost in 2024. // A King County Judge has put an end to the recall efforts against Seattle school board president Liza Rankin.

Can R's effectively use Dem clueless policies to permanently move persuadable voters to the liberty/common sense side? Biden's 1Billion  gift to Africa for homeless while Americans living in tents after hurricanes in NC: Always talk about the impact of what policies/politicians do: https://x.com/CitizenFreePres/status/1864053068452495423 Fed judge appointed by Trump unusually slams Joe's pardon which sends a message to the lawless/lawfare community: https://thelibertydaily.com/press-release-is-not-pardon-judge-shreds-traitor/ 9th Circuit Court of Appeals says King Co WA cannot stop Feds from using Boeing Field to deport illegals: https://thefederalist.com/2024/12/04/9th-circuit-local-authorities-in-washington-state-cant-block-feds-from-deporting-illegals/ Albany teachers strike over: who caved? https://www.opb.org/article/2024/12/02/albany-teacher-strike-labor-contract-union-oregon/ Kotek's budget gets bipartisan pushback: https://kobi5.com/news/gov-koteks-2025-2027-budget-proposal-receives-pushback-258758/ Can Elon end daylight saving time in OR? https://www.statesmanjournal.com/story/news/politics/2024/12/03/elon-musk-end-daylight-saving-time-oregon/76735250007/ Alek Skalartos on Daniel Penny trial: ‘this can happen to you': https://www.foxnews.com/us/train-hero-alek-skarlatos-daniel-penny-trial-this-could-happen-you 

Welcome to Season 2 of The Flight Deck! From now on we'll be presenting podcast episodes in themed seasons, letting us explore stories from aerospace in entirely new ways. This season is all about “Curator on the Loose!” The Museum of Flight's hit webseries. With almost 4 million views, the show features our Senior Curator Matthew Burchette taking viewers into areas of the aviation industry they normally don't get to explore. If you've seen the webseries, you probably enjoy the epic interviews Matthew's scored with fascinating folks from across the country. But you probably don't realize that those interviews are greatly condensed for the tv series. We'll be sharing extended interviews, or conversations that were cut entirely for time! Did you know that airports have their own specialized fire stations? In today's episode, Matthew's taking us to the Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting station here on Boeing Field. Learn the connection between the fire station and the Museum, and how the firefighters prepare to respond to an incident anywhere on the field within seconds. Transcript/Full show notes ➡️ https://blog.museumofflight.org/flightdeck/fire-on-the-airfield

In this episode, Nicnac talks about the first 3 legs of her virtual trip from The Diamond Factory near Vienna, Austria to Boeing Field in Seattle, Washington, USA. For live tweets please follow @nicnacjak on Twitter Check out the Aerobask model of The DA50RG for x-Plane 11 and 12 at https://aerobask.com/da50.php Check out the real DA50RG which just got FAA certification at https://www.diamondaircraft.com/en/private-owners/aircraft/da50/overview/ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nicnacmarsh/message

KUOW's Gustavo Sagrero reports the county is also publishing data on those flights.

In 1980, Deborah Ulrich worked as a “floater” at Boeing's now defunct Electronics Manufacturing Facility. Back then it was located on the east side of the Boeing Field. She had a variety of tasks - dipping soldering boards in industrial solvents to clean them, and touching up patterns on circuit boards, among other duties. She was also pregnant with her daughter, Marie Riley.

Hello Interactors,Fall is upon us and so Interplace transitions to economics. I'll be writing about how location, distribution, and the spatial organization of economic activities interacts with and affects humanity. The current dominant economic model insists on persistent and endless growth despite acknowledgement of its role in climate change, income inequality, and disappearing limited stocks of natural resources. There's got to be a better way, and I'm on the hunt to find alternatives. As interactors, you're special individuals self-selected to be a part of an evolutionary journey. You're also members of an attentive community so I welcome your participation.Please leave your comments below or email me directly.Now let's go…FLIGHTS OF NASTYI attended a panel discussion last Friday on environmental justice. One panel member represented a nearby Seattle community called Beacon Hill. It's a 6.5 mile long stretch just north of the SeaTac airport putting it on a flight path. Roughly 65% of flights land over Beacon Hill when the wind is out of the south. During busy times, a plane descends over their homes nearly every 90 seconds to two minutes. And because it's on a hill, they're 300 feet closer to the noise and pollution.FAA guidelines require a 65-decibel limit, and Sea-Tac claims they comply, but Beacon Hill is beyond the boundary for which they monitor. Even the U.S. Bureau of Transportation and Statistics reported in 2017 levels in this area were between 40-75 decibels. When residents organized and measured noise themselves, they never recorded any plane below 50 decibels and some hit 80. That's about as loud as a kitchen blender and too loud to hear the person next to you.But what this panel member shared, sometimes through tears, is it's not just the noise but the repetition. With each passing plane the stress mounts in anticipation of the next one. It's hard to concentrate or hold a conversation. She worries about her son. How much does this environmental stress contribute to his ADHD? His trouble at school. Her husband, who rides his bike most places, suffered from esophageal cancer. How much did the air pollution contribute to his condition?In the time between planes, the ultrafine particles (UFPs) from the last plane have already mixed with the air they breathe. Jet engines uniquely expel plumes of ultrafine particle pollution. A recent University of Washington (UW) study confirms similar studies in Los Angeles, Atlanta, Boston, New York, and Amsterdam. Flight paths are home to high concentrations of ultrafine particles raining down over unsuspecting victims. In Los Angeles, 90% of school children in the flight path are exposed to these particulates one hour out of every school day.These particulates are smaller than the PM2.5 typically found from fossil fuel combustion and tire and brake dust. They're also not as widely studied. Nobody really knows what kind of long-term effects they may have on the human body. However, there is animal evidence showing long-term exposure to ultrafine particles leads to adverse health effects, including neurological. A 2019 study published by the Washington State Department of Health reports,“UFPs have many unique qualities that make them possibly more harmful to human health than larger particles. UFPs are able to travel deeper into the lung than larger particles. They are also small enough to avoid the body's attempts to clear particles from the lungs, allowing them to stay in the body longer, to build up, and to cause damage. They can also move from the lungs to the bloodstream and to other organs.”Evidence of short-term effects on human health are conclusive. The study warns,“Certain groups of people are more sensitive to UFP exposure. These groups include people with pre-existing heart and lung disease, infants, older adults, people with diabetes, communities with a lower socio-economic status, and pregnant women.”  Beacon Hill is a place where 70% of residents identify as Black, Indigenous, multiracial, or persons of color. More than half speak a language other than English. They're also flanked by two major interstates and have another smaller airport, King County International Airport (KCIA) (aka Boeing Field), between them and Sea-Tac. The UW study showed anyone living within 150 meters of the freeway would also be exposed to ultrafine particles from passing vehicles, especially semi-trucks on their way to and from Sea-Tac.In 2021, the Puget Sound Regional Council published a Regional Aviation Baseline Study. There are 27 public-use airports in Western Washington's Puget Sound region, and the three biggest are Sea-Tac, King County International Airport, and Paine Field just north of Seattle. Scheduled passenger service is only available at Sea-Tac and Paine Field. In 2018 these two airports served 24 million enplanements. One enplanement is a single passenger per airplane. By 2027 they project this number will grow to 29 million. By 2050 it will double, 49 million at the low end and 56 million at the high end.That's just commercial passenger traffic. What about cargo? In 2017 540 thousand metric tons of cargo flew through Western Washington. Eighty-five percent goes through Sea-Tac. By 2050, it too is projected to double to 1.5 million metric tons. However, these peak loads are seasonal. During harvest time, Washington State's value crops, like cherries, increase cargo demands. So how is this increased demand to be met?FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUNTo assess solutions to growing demand, the 2019 Washington State Legislature formed the Commercial Aviation Coordinating Commission (CACC). Their objective is to recommend a new primary commercial aviation facility and additional ways to add capacity to six existing airports across the state to accommodate future demand.To get an idea for how governments intend to shape outcomes of commissions they assemble, it's good to look at the backgrounds of invited commissioners. In an era of increased awareness and needs for environmental, economic, and social justice, a good commission should be comprised of a diverse set of points of view and expertise. Especially given the current and historical economic, social, and environmental injustices existing power structures have created.Through this lens, the list of commissioners is disappointing. Of the fourteen voting members, there are just two women, one person of color, and only one has a background in environmental law. The rest are white men, with one of Asian decent raised in England. Their bios read like a who's-who of business leaders, economic development advisors, aviation enthusiasts, airport directors and developers, military leaders, and even representatives from Southwest and American Airlines.  One member offered no bio at all and seemingly has no presence on the internet.The remaining twelve non-voting members must then balance this majority of aviation zealots geared toward economic development. Nope. More of the same – former senators, regional transportation directors, air cargo specialists, a member of the Civil Air Patrol, an aviation officer…the list goes on. They do have a state senator, Tina Orwall, who has “20 years of experience working in the public mental health system.”So, two people out of 26, an environmental lawyer and a left-leaning woman senator, may offer a voice for environmental justice and sustainable economic development. The rest will be fighting for state and federal dollars for airport and economic expansion. While public documents give lip service to ‘community engagement' and ‘the environment' history shows there is little likelihood this collection of people will have environmental justice as a top priority.Every level of government wants the number of flights to increase, despite having goals to reduce carbon emissions. With increased flight traffic comes increased ground traffic, despite also having goals to reduce congestion. If this weren't so tragic, it would be a comedy.This is the essence of environmental justice; the unfair exposure of poor and marginalized people and places to harms associated with an economy these people and places are least responsible for – an economy which disproportionately benefits the prosperous and mainstream members of society. It's an economic model, to which we're addicted, requiring unlimited growth despite relying on the extraction of natural resources which are limited.The environmental scientist, complex systems icon, and author of Limits of Growth, Donella Meadows, offers a series of questions these commissioners and elected leaders should ask whenever arguments for economic growth are put forth. She said,“Growth is one of stupidest purposes ever invented by any culture. We've got to have enough. Always ask: growth of what and why, and for whom, and who pays the cost, and how long can it last, and what's the cost to the planet, and how much is enough?”Meadows, and many environmental justice activists and scholars, are calling for system change in the fight against climate change.Reading Washington State's plans for addressing its aviation woes, it's clear system change is not on their radar. If Washington's economy were a plane, elected leaders and assigned commissioners believe this plane can climb to infinite heights.Imagine a plane gradually ascending beyond its physical limits and the bodily limits of its passengers. Now imagine cries to pilots to please level-off from suffering passengers first and most impacted. They'd be met with quizzical looks and ignored while most passengers would gleefully encourage the plane to climb faster and higher. That's what it's like when individuals in impacted communities cry and call for limits on the pain, suffering, and pollution at the hands of our economy. Apart from a few local elected officials, they mostly are ignored. Most are too busy trying to grow the economy. Which in turn will increase the number of flights to Sea-Tac, the area's economy, suffering, and the number of premature deaths due to air and noise pollution. Meanwhile, many Beacon Hill residents are too busy holding multiple jobs, too weary from the fight for justice, and too disempowered or discouraged to speak up.The assembled aviation and business experts no doubt have good intentions, but it's clear they're tasked with one thing: tip the nose of the economic plane upwards while steadily increasing the throttle. After all, the model dictates that the state must remain competitive in a national and international race upwards toward a misleadingly infinite extractive consumer economy. This assumes there is no limit to growth despite empirical planetary evidence to the contrary. What's the worse that could happen? Evidently, so far, nothing bad enough to prompt leaders to change the system.To be fair, this commission and the Puget Sound Regional Council, do consider the air quality studies out of the University of Washington. They also consider another UW study exploring alternative ground transportation, including high-speed rail. There are other ‘sustainable' elements the state is exploring, including biofuel and electric planes. However, creating a pipeline of biofuel to Sea-Tac they admit has its own challenges. Though, they pale in comparison to the struggles sourcing enough biofuel to meet demand. So that leaves electric planes, like electric cars, as the great savior.ANOTHER INLAND LOGISTICS EMPIREJust this week, the dream of electric flight made one stride toward reality. A prototype of an electric nine-seater passenger plane successfully took off, circled the airport, and landed. A Washington first and a necessary first step toward certification. The plane was assembled in Washington state, made of engines and parts largely made in Washington state, and by a Washington state company called Eviation. Their CEO, Greg Davis, said “What we've just done is made aviation history. This is about changing the way that we fly. It's about connecting communities in a sustainable way…ushering in a new era of aviation.” He may be right. But when?When asked if this flying equivalent of a large Tesla, with 21,500 battery cells accounting for half of the plane's weight of over 4 tons, is ready for passenger flights, he quipped, “The answer is no, absolutely not.” At least he's honest. I optimistically believe some of our regional transportation problems can be solved by sustainably leveraging the thousands of municipal airports under-utilized across America. But it's decades away.Meanwhile, I believe this flight was mostly a PR stunt. The airport chosen for this historic flight was the Grant County International Airport at Moses Lake. Until this flight, most of Washington state didn't know there was even an airport at Moses Lake. But it's one of the top choices by the commission for expansion and they'll need public support to pay for it.Back in 2016 a group of senators formed a ‘roundtable' to examine the growing air cargo industry. This is what eventually became the Commercial Aviation Coordinating Commission. They noted, “The top five air cargo commodities through Sea-Tac are cherries, seafood, footwear parts, aerospace components, and aluminum alloy and graphite.” All of these serve the Washington economy except for footwear parts which likely serves Nike and the footwear economy in Portland.Knowing back then Sea-Tac had reached capacity, the attention turned to Eastern Washington. A Spokane roundtable member offered they had “Plenty of capacity and land reserved…to be developed for cargo…”, but then asked “How do we make strategic corrections?” There was a recognized need to make Eastern Washington attractive to air cargo carriers. Building or expanding alone doesn't lead to success, you need private companies to believe it will succeed. Enter Moses Lake and the Grant County International Airport.Ideas were thrown out. “Cold storage [for locally grown produce…like cherries and apples]…may be an incentive.” They imagined cargo planes could “Park in Moses Lake then” rail and trucks could “go back and get cargo.” They imagined “This would help open the runways in Sea-Tac,” but wondered “Would this financially work?” Before concluding the ‘roundtable' they agreed they needed “to hear from businesses and companies.”So, they commissioned the ‘Joint Transportation Committee' to conduct a “study of air cargo movement at Washington airports” with a 2018 deadline. In that 2018 report seven airports were identified as targets for expansion, including the Grant County International Airport at Moses Lake which is right smack between Spokane and Seattle…and close to nearby produce.In 2018, a “Washington State Air Cargo Movement Study” offered this as a recommendation:“To attract the logistics/distribution market, the State of Washington should promote to individual airports the “inland port” or airport logistics park model…branding themselves ‘Global Logistics Centers.'”This reminds me of a piece I wrote last year about Southern California's ‘One Click Buy' Empire. Moreno Valley, California is building out a World Logistics Center. Forty-five percent of the nation's imports are already trained, trucked, or flown into this “Inland Empire”, unpacked, sorted, and reloaded onto trains, trucks, and planes then fanned out again across the nation. California's South Coast Air Quality District estimates the new logistics center will add an additional 30,000 heavy-duty trucks to area roads per day.Heavy-duty diesel trucks emit 24 times more fine particulate matter than regular gasoline engines. Those living closer to the freeways will be affected more. And we all know who lives next to freeways…predominantly poor and people of color. Just like in Beacon Hill.This last August the state conducted a survey across six counties in Western Washington seeking input on potential expansion and brand-new airports around the Puget Sound region. From 56-77% of participants, depending on county, said ‘No' to new airports. Only Paine Field received support for expansion averaging 58% in favor.Environmental concerns are the overwhelming reason for why people oppose more airports or airport expansion. It seems everyone who can afford it wants cheap and available flights, next day deliveries, and fresh Washington cherries. And those lucky enough to have a 401K or stock portfolio want the market and the economy to grow, grow, grow. But nobody wants more flights or more pollution. That's particularly true for those already suffering from environmental injustices – like those in Beacon Hill and countless other homes in the path of jets jettisoning plumes of particulate pollution. Far flung fumes consumed by our lungs triggering affects unknown.How do we change this system so we all can prosper under economic vitality while minimizing the negative environmental and socio-economic impacts? If we're going to grow, what are we growing and why? For whom? Who pays the cost? How long can it last? What's the cost to the planet? How much is enough?This is what I intend to explore throughout this fall as I unpack what I believe to be the front runner for a new economic model: the circular economy. I'll look at not just the theory but attempts to put it into practice. Perhaps our economy can be like the journey of an airplane after all – take off, level off, land, take off, level off, land – an infinite circle flown within the limits of the plane, the earth, and its occupants. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit interplace.io

Learn about what led to the creation of what became Seattle Tacoma International Airport, just Sea-tac for short, the largest airport in the Pacific Northwest. The airport was built by the Port of Seattle in 1944 after the U.S. military took control of Boeing Field during World War II. The first scheduled airline flights were Northwest and Trans-Canada in 1947. Western and United would move from Boeing Field in the next couple of years. Merchandise for the History of the Evergreen State is now available at https://washington-history-by-jon-c.creator-spring.comA special thank you goes out to Al Hirsch for providing the music for the podcast, check him out on YouTube.You may notice the podcast no longer has ads in it, so I'm not making any money from the show, so if you'd like to become a monthly supporter or just give a one time donation, it would be greatly appreciated and will go towards research materials for future episodes:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/EvergreenpodIf you have any questions, episode ideas you'd like to see explored, or just have a general comment, please reach out at Historyoftheevergreenstatepod@gmail.comThank you for listening!

Aviation Week’s Guy Norris just visited Boeing Field, where he talked with 777X program leaders. Listen in for an update on the program’s status – and the certification and market challenges that lie ahead.

A Boeing 737 Max left Boeing Field in Seattle on Monday for the first round of certification testing with the Federal Aviation Administration.A divided Supreme Court struck down a Lousiana law regulating abortion clinics!And, many are beginning to wonder how some key states will react in the runup to the 2020 election.

Seattle and the Pacific Northwest is a hub of the aviation industry and innovation, and what better way to experience this cosmopolitan region than in the air? However, with a major international airport, multiple military bases, and rapidly shifting weather patterns, flying in this airspace isn’t easy to navigate. San Carlos Flight Center invites member pilots Travis Bender and Brandan Dadoun to delve into Seattle Airspace, the San Juan Islands, and different ways a Bay Area Pilot can reach Seattle. This seminar will break up the complex Seattle Airspace into smaller areas so it can be interpreted and flown easily for any pilot hoping to fly in the region. In addition, we will also discuss proper procedures for many airports, including SeaTac International, Boeing Field, and Renton, as well as how to handle some of the unique challenges of flying in the region, such as terrain and weather. Finally, we will highlight how to fly from the Bay Area to Seattle VFR. If you are hinting in flying to Seattle in the near future, this seminar will help you get there efficiently and safely.

Chapter Twelve: 2005-2007 Months 209-231   “What’s this scumbag here for?” The guard on duty barks as we enter the closed corridor inside the Special Housing Unit. Since he doesn’t know me I surmise that his obvious contempt extends to all prisoners. I stand silently, both hands still locked behind my back. “One for SHU. Captain’s orders.” The transporting guard uncuffs me and walks away. “Strip!” The SHU guard commands. I unbutton and remove my green shirt, then I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. The guard stands close, too close, staring as I take off my sneakers, my pants, my underwear, and my socks. “Take everything off.” I stand in front of him, naked, and I unfasten the rubber wristband of my Timex wristwatch, dropping the watch into his outstretched hand. “Give me the ring.” “I don’t have to give you my ring.” “What did you say, Inmate?” He takes a step closer and his breath hits my face. I hold up my left hand. “This is a silver wedding band, without stones. BOP policy says I can wear it at all times.”
 The guard takes off his glasses, closes them and slides them into his shirt pocket. He inches closer to me. “You tellin’ me how to run my institution, scumbag?” “I’m not resisting you. Call the lieutenant. He’ll know the policy.” “I’m in charge here.” The guard balls his fists, wanting to fight. “Either take the ring off, or I’m gonna take it off. It’s not coming into my unit.” Standing naked, I’m not in a position to argue for my rights. This guard thirsts for a violent confrontation, and if it comes to that, I lose. With the length of time I’ve served, I’m conditioned to accept that guards routinely cite their mantra about preserving security of the institution while they violate both human rights and civil rights. Despite the promise I made to Carole about never taking it off, I slide the band off my finger and I hand it to the guard. He steps back, puts his glasses back on, and then he continues the search. The guard issues me a green jumpsuit and a bedroll.  We walk down the cellblock. When he unlocks the metal door I see three prisoners inside. Rollo, a young prisoner, is on the top rack. He caused a stir at the camp several months ago when he decided that he’d had enough of confinement and walked away. Pueblo is on the lower rack, locked in SHU two months ago for fighting. Jerome sits on the floor in SHU because the guard in food services caught him going through the food line twice on hamburger day. I drop my bedroll on the floor for a cushion, and I lean my back against the wall, bending my knees to prop my feet against the steel toilet. “What’d they get you for?” Rollo asks from his rack. “Embezzlement. They say I transferred a million dollars from the prison’s bank account to my wife’s account.” “No way! Really?” Rollo would believe me if I’d told him I was locked in the SHU for not putting my napkin in my lap. He’s totally gullible. “I don’t know why I’m here. They just locked me up,” I admit and shrug. “Ay Rollo you so stupid, you believe anything.” Pueblo whacks him with his pillow from the lower rack. “It could happen!” Rollo defends himself. “Ain’t you never seen The Shawshank Redemption, Homie?” “Dat shit was a bad-ass flick,” Jerome says. “Rollo,” I ask. “Why did you walk away from the camp?” “I missed my ol’ lady.” “When he done showed up at her door, da bitch done called da FBI on his stupid ass,” Jerome says, finishing Rollo’s explanation. “Is that what happened?” I ask Rollo. He nods his head and laughs. “I’m facing five more years for escape.” “What were you serving before?” I ask him. “Twenty-two months for credit card fraud.” “You’ll probably get another year. You can use the time for school,” I say. “That fool ain’t goin’ to no school.” Pueblo says. “He can’t even play no cards.” I spend the entire day on the floor of the crowded cell, which won’t allow for Pueblo or Rollo to step off their bunks. When someone has to use the toilet or sink, I stand in the corner. Exercise isn’t an option here, and with the back and forth chatter, reading or writing will have to wait. In the evening, a guard unlocks the door and tosses me a sleeping mat. I slide it under the steel rack, then carefully crawl under the bed, head first, and I lie still. Pueblo’s steel rack is only inches above me, too close for me to turn on my side. I sleep lying on my stomach, using my crossed arms as a pillow. “Santos! Roll up!” I haven’t been asleep for long when I hear the guard kicking the metal door. He unlocks the door and opens it. I crawl out from under the bed, careful not to step on Jerome. The guard cuffs my hands behind my back and leads me out. I don’t ask questions and he doesn’t offer explanations. I strip, toss my jumpsuit into a bin and I stand for the search, eager to move out. “What size?” The guard asks. “Two-X,” I say. He tosses a roll of traveling khakis. After I’m cuffed and chained, I join a group of other prisoners and we climb into an idling bus. The sky is still dark. We drive through the gates and join a convoy of three other buses, two carrying prisoners from the Florence penitentiary and one from the ADX. As the buses turn right, leaving the Florence Correctional Complex behind, I look through the tinted windows and wonder where Carole lives. The house she rents is only two miles from the prison, she told me, but I don’t know where. The bus moves past the dark cross streets too fast for me to see her car parked in a driveway. No matter. It’s before dawn and she’s asleep, oblivious to a new uprooting of our lives. ******* I have a window seat as the plane takes off. I expect to sleep in the Oklahoma Transit Center again tonight and wonder whether I’ll see the Native American guard. I count how many times I’ve been on prison transport planes, and come up with 12, explaining why some of the U.S. marshals look familiar. I notice graying hair and new wrinkles in weathered faces; over the past 18 years I’ve flown with them throughout their careers. We’ve been in the air a few hours when my ears pop and my stomach lurches. While we’re descending, I glance out from the tiny window.  As our plane approaches the landing strip, I see evergreen trees that surround a lake I recognize. We’re approaching Seattle, the city where Carole and I grew up, where Julie and her family still live. Carole and I may have grown up here, but it’s no longer home. We’re nomads, a prison family. The plane lands at Boeing Field, right beside Interstate 5. I look outside and spot guards and marshals surrounding the plane for the prisoner exchange. I wish they would call my name, as I’d like to walk on Seattle ground again. I may be in chains, but I’m breathing the same air my sister breathes, though she doesn’t know I’m here. Even my wife doesn’t know where I am. After an hour we’re airborne again and I take a last look out the window. It’s 2005, probably eight more years before I’ll see the Seattle skyline again. The Emerald City fades away as the plane banks and climbs higher. In eight years I don’t know where Carole and I will make our home. We may want to make a start in a new city, or even a new country. I see Oklahoma City again as the plane taxis. It’s my fifth time here and I know the routine. Hobbling in my chains, I’m eager to fill out the forms and turn them in. The sooner processing begins, the sooner I’ll find out where I’m going. “Do you know where you’re going?” the woman in uniform asks. I shake my head “no,” and pass her my intake forms. “Santos, Michael,” she says and moves her forefinger down the list of names on her computer printout. “Big Spring, Texas,” she says, and my heart sinks. “No, wait, you’ve been re-designated. You’re going to Lompoc Camp.” ******* Among prisoners, Lompoc Camp on the Central Coast of California has a reputation of being the crown jewel of the federal prison system. For years I’ve heard that administrators reserved Lompoc Camp for politicians who’ve run afoul of the law and for powerful white-collar offenders. Traveling by bus up the Pacific Coast Highway, with the salty smell of the ocean filling my lungs, invokes pleasurable childhood memories of visiting my grandparents in Los Angeles while on summer vacations. I remember swimming with my sisters at different California beaches, jumping into the waves that roll endlessly onto the shoreline. As I look at the ocean, I try to remember the sensation of floating in water. I contemplate what it might feel like to submerge my body. For 18 years the only water I’ve felt has sprayed from a spigot. I can’t remember the sensation of buoyancy. In eight years Carole and I will bathe together and we’ll swim in that ocean. Klein Boulevard, the long thoroughfare leading into the Lompoc Federal Correctional Complex, is a crumbling asphalt road riddled with potholes. On my right is the fenced boundary of the medium-security prison, and on my left is the low-security prison. As the bus lurches along the dilapidated road toward the camp, prisoners in green uniforms walk freely on scenic trails winding between tall eucalyptus trees that fragrantly scent the air. I appreciate the natural beauty. After six hours of processing, guards hand us our ID cards and bedrolls. I join four other prisoners walking outside the gates from the Receiving and Discharge building in the higher-security prison. Walking ahead of the crowd, I pass the field where a group of prisoners play soccer. Further down the road several men pump iron at the camp’s weight pile. Pinecones that fall from the trees litter the path I’m on. The housing unit resembles a steel, prefabricated warehouse, and the laid back guard inside looks more like a member of ZZ Top, with his long beard, black sunglasses, heavy silver rings with Gothic designs.  Tattoos of double lightning bolts, flames, skulls, and cross bones cover his forearms. He’s in a messy office, holding a Maxim magazine with a young woman in panties, sucking a lollipop, on the cover.  He's leaning back in his chair, with crossed legs and heavy black leather boots resting casually on a gray metal desk. I stand in front of him with my bedroll and the other new prisoners begin to crowd into the office, lining up behind me. The guard ignores us while flipping the pages of his magazine. Green canvas duffle bags are scattered on the scuffed and dingy tile floors. A desk fan blows and a radio broadcasts hardcore rap music by Tupac. “Wazzup?” The guard finally lowers his magazine. I give him my ID card and the other prisoners follow my lead. “You guys the fresh meat?” he asks, turning down the volume of the radio. We stand still, waiting as the guard sorts through index cards.  He then pulls his feet from the desk and stands. “Follow me,” he says. We follow him out of the office and down the narrow hall to the right. It empties into an open space as large as a private airplane hangar. For the crown jewel of the BOP, it’s mighty tarnished. Six columns of gray metal bunks, 30 rows deep, fill the immense room. The noisy, crowded accommodations have a putrid stench. I follow the guard as he leads us down the center aisle and taps the fourth bed in column four. “Santos. This is you.” He keeps walking with the others. I put down my belongings and prepare to settle in. ******* “Santos!” I hear the loudspeaker. “Inmate Michael Santos. Number 16377-004. Report to the administration building. Immediately!” Not again, I groan inwardly. I’ve only been at Lompoc Camp for a day and I’m already being paged. I walk the short distance for yet another confrontation with BOP administrators. As I pass by a sparkling white Dodge Intrepid sedan with darkly tinted windows and three small antennae sticking out of the car’s rear end, I assume it’s from the fleet of the Federal Correctional Complex security force. A closer look at the elaborate communication system inside the car confirms my suspicions. Someone is here to interrogate me. Through the smoked glass of the building’s front door sits a receptionist. I knock, waiting for her to acknowledge me before opening the door. I’ve heard other prisoners refer to her as “the dragon lady,” so I don’t open the door until she indicates it’s okay. It’s a standoff, but I’m prepared to wait all day.  I prefer the wait to being scolded and bullied. After several minutes, she grasps that I’m not going to open the door, and I’m not going to knock again. She looks up, annoyed, and motions me in. “I’m Michael Santos.” I present my ID card. “I heard a page to the administration building.” Before she can answer, a stocky man with a chiseled face and a military-style crew cut steps into the doorway of the conference room. He’s wearing a heavily starched BOP uniform. “I paged you, come in.” He directs me to a chair at the side of the table. “Sit down. Do you know who I am?” “No.” I shake my head. “I’m Lieutenant Merkle. Special Investigative Services.” He opens a burgundy leather portfolio on the table. “It’s generally not a good sign when I call an inmate for a meeting.” “I’m familiar with the role of the SIS.”  These guards can’t intimidate me. “I’m sure you are.” The room is quiet as he flips through his papers. “So you’re the writer. Do you know why you’re here?” “Yes, I do.” I nod my head. “And what’s your interpretation?” “When I was in my early 20s, I sold cocaine. I’ve been a prisoner since then, and as a prisoner I’m susceptible to these kinds of summons.” The lieutenant glances up at me. “So you’re a wise guy?” “Not at all. That’s why I’m here. If I hadn’t sold cocaine, we wouldn’t be talking right now.” He stares at me. “But you did sell cocaine.  Now you’re an inmate in my institution.” He pulls out a page from his portfolio. “I received a letter from Lieutenant Knowles, SIS at Florence.” “Okay.” “You were transferred here administratively because your writing presented a threat to the security of that institution.” “How so?” “It doesn’t matter. Point is, you’re in my institution now and I’m here to give you notice. If you write anything that threatens the security of my institution, I’m not going to transfer you. Instead, I’ll bury you so deep in the SHU that no one will ever find you. Do you understand that?” “What do you consider a threat to the security of the institution?” “You’re a wise guy, you figure it out. But if I lock you up for an investigation, you won’t have access to telephone, mail, or visits. Do you understand?” “For what, though?” I gesture with open hands. “I’ve never written a sentence that threatened security. All my work urges people to act responsibly and to lead law-abiding lives. I live by that rule. Why would you consider my writing a threat?” “I ask the questions. I don’t answer them,” the lieutenant snaps, closing his file. “Can I ask if you’re placing me on mail-monitoring status?” “Inmate Santos, you’re starting here with a clean slate, no mail monitoring, no restrictions. Don’t threaten security in my institution and you won’t have any problems. If you see me again, it won’t be good for you.” “One more thing, Lieutenant. While I was in Florence I wrote a book about what I’ve observed in prison. St. Martin’s Press has the manuscript and intends to publish it in 2006. Is that book going to be a problem?” He rubs his chin. “We’ll visit that issue when the book comes out.”  

Good morning! I’m Mary Regalado and it’s Tuesday, February 11th. Here’s your local news from The Seattle Times. We could see some rain this morning, otherwise, it will be partly cloudy with a high of 48 and a low tonight of 43. Our top story: The US Justice Department is suing King County to force it to allow Immigration and Customs Enforcement, also known as ICE, deportation flights to leave from Boeing Field.

Irgendwann schaffe ich es noch, meinen Flugschein auf endlich mal in den USA anerkennen zu lassen. Mit diesem Gedanken fliege ich jedes Jahr über den Atlantik. Doch dieses Jahr begleitete mich das erste Mal meine Drone. Auf der einen Seite die (Hand-)Gepäck-Tauglichkeit erkundend, auf der anderen Seite, für Aufnahmen von einer "anderen Seite". Da ich Drone-Fliegen aber nun mal mit dem Ernst betreibe, den Luftfahrt verdient - erst recht im LAND der Luftfahrt -, blieb meine Drone leider auf dem Boden und flog nicht über amazons THE SPHERE. Warum nur...? [caption id="attachment_1527" align="alignnone" width="1915"] City-Airports, Sportflieger, Boeing Field - in den USA blieb die Drohen auf dem Boden, leider! // Quelle: airmap.io[/caption]Ich hätte die Drone so oder so mitgenommen. Aber, da hätte ich auch gleich drauf kommen können. Die USA, auf die wir (Privat-)Flieger in Deutschland immer neidvoll blicken: Flughafendichte, noch und nöcher. Und überall bist Du auch mit der "kleinen Cessna" gern gesehener Gast. Und genau daher, wie man auch auf dem Screenshot von airmap.io sehen kann: Airports noch und nöcher, rund um Seattle. Mit den von der FAA (US-Flugsicherung) festgelegten Sicherheits-Radien, keine Chance. Dafür sind die Airports im Umkreis, von SeaTac bis Boeing Field, von Auburn City Airport bis Shoreline, einfach zu dicht. Dann kommen noch die unendlichen Heliports, vom Hochhausdach (undenkbar, hier in Deutschland) bis zur Hafengegend dazu - und schon sieht man nur noch Sperrgebiete für die Drone. Klar, man könnte jetzt in den USA mit Hilfe von airmaps, so habe ich das wenigstens verstanden, seine "Intention" für den Flug einreichen und sich so eine Freigabe von der FAA holen - aber da ist es wieder, das Problem der US-SIM-Karte und dem Mobilfunk. Sollte von Euch jemand Erfahrung haben und meine vorstehende Aussage korrigieren oder ergänzen können, immer her damit! Dann weiß ich für das nächste Mal ein wenig noch besser Bescheid, was die App alles so kann! Also, trotz der, im Vergleich zu Deutschland, unglaublichen Schmerzfreiheit der Amis, Dronen auch in den bestehenden Luftraum als verständlich und berechtigt zu integrieren, blieb die Drone auf dem Boden. Leider keine US-Luftaufnahmen dieses Jahr. Ebenso in Kanada: da unser Hotel absolut verkehrsgünstig zu den Nationalparks lag, waren wir eben auch mitten drin - in allen Flugverbotszonen für die Drone. Wie gesagt, gerade die USA sind hier unglaublich offen: Ein Anruf bei der FAA sowie eine Info an den lokalen Airport, schon spricht gegen einen temporär freigegebenen Flug mit der Drone auch in einer "Verbotszone" nichts mehr. Allerdings - dieser Aufwand für einen kurzen Flug im Urlaub? Da hörte meine Freude dann doch auf, hatte ich heimlich doch auf eine "Lücke" der sich überschneidenden Radien diverser Airports gehofft, um zumindest die eine oder andere Sykline von oben auf YouTube verbannen zu können. Gut - dann nächstes Mal! Aber schön zu sehen, dass im Unterschied zu Deutschland, wo Ahnungslosigkeit immer zu Hexenverbrennung oder Verteufelung führt, die USA hier offen sind und bereits einfache und praktikable Wege gefunden haben, um auch Dronenpiloten direkt und problemlos in das System "Fliegen" zu integrieren. Nächstes Jahr dann - dann wird es ernst!

Tim Burke was an airport operations manager at Boeing Field in Washington, overseeing the safety of everything happening on the airfield. He loved his job and he had worked so hard to get there. So why then did he walk away from everything stable and certain to pursue the roads of the world with his camera and a motorcycle? In episode 19 of The Stokecast, we chat with Tim Burke about: - His decision to leave his job and start living on the road - What place, after nearly 2 years of travel, has left the biggest mark on his soul - The realities of life and travel without deadlines or destinations - How he makes money on the road and is building his business as a photographer and journalist - Brand relationships and competing on social media - Why you don't need the best gear to take the best photos (and Tim shares his sketchy shooting setup) - The struggle to return home after long-term travel and connect or find common ground with anybody at home who can't relate to your experiences - Why you just need to send it and figure it out! For more on this episode and ways to connect with Tim, visit: https://exploreinspired.com/tim-burke

Tune in every Thursday morning at 8 am to get the latest in headline news from renowned anchors Bryant Willis and Tanya Fleetwater, hard hitting news people who go behind the scenes to get unique insights into the weeks' most interesting headlines. This week Willis and Fleetwater cover a napping Uber police chase, both the vape and steam related scandals of Congressman Duncan Hunter (R- CA), and more! Plus, guest Jeff Nickels asks Intern Kyle to investigate what's lurking behind closed doors at Boeing Field.

Have you ever sat in a beautiful, new Cirrus SR22T G5? I have. Ivy McIver, our guest, gave me the tour. She joins us to talk about Cirrus and more! The post AviatorCast Episode 21: Hangar Talk w/ Ivy McIver: Cirrus Aircraft | Female Pilot | Cyclist | Skier | Boeing Field appeared first on Angle of Attack.

By popular request, here is the episode that you've been waiting for! Michael Combs and Bob Warner discuss the adventure of flying over the Canadian wilderness in a Remos Light Sport Aircraft. The weather was "unsettled" according to the forecasters, and the risks were great as the two began their flight day from Boeing Field in Seattle, WA. The route led them to Vancouver, then onward to Kamploops and Prince George, British Columbia. Imagine just what it is like listening to an airline attempting to land in heavy winds at an airport that you are heading toward...or deciding to leave the safest route to fly over some of the most rugged country found on earth. It all happened on The Flight for the Human Spirit. This is history in the making and certainly will become a collector's edition as you listen to the actual words and experiences of these two pilots.

The Bonanza V35, the predecessor to the Bonanza A and G 36 of today (my favorite GA aircraft) is a great GA plane with lots of airspeed and ease of operation. Join me as we take this marvelous bird from Boeing Field in Seattle to Portland's Troutdale airport. Highlights include me remembering living in the Northwest and flying a little close to a departing Boeing 747-400. Also featured FSX crashing….alot…hey it's what it does best. Due to technical difficulties there is no picture or Vatware track for this episode. My apologies. Incase you were wondering the flight plan was: KBFI SEA BTG KTTD Alt: 7,000             --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nicnacjak/message

In this episode we make some changes as we switch to a GA aircraft, the Piper Archer II, and switch platforms from Flight Sim 04 to Flight Sim X. Join me as I spread the wings of my first Carenado aircraft while enjoying the awesomeness of Puget Sound. Vataware   --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nicnacjak/message