The First Passenger
By Sagar Pathak
With my ticket in hand, I was ready to fly to the far reaches of the globe. Or at least as far as my Piper Cherokee could go before I had to land for fuel or return the airplane to the flying club. But before I flew away, I noticed that somewhere during the last seven months of my training, I had accumulated a substantial list of people who wanted me to take them flying: Friends, cousins, co-workers, random cute girls in the bar, and a few not so cute ones.