During my leaves of absences, Brown and Kevin will be guest blogging. I figure they are best suited to keep the MLH readership happy, considering they account for two thirds of it.

So long doodz.

So on Wednesday, I am flying to Martha’s Vineyard. I have a flight on JetBlue back to the Bean, and then from there, I’m flying for the first time on Cape Air, which travels only to Cape Cod and the Islands. It seemed convenient. So I booked without thinking about it.

Then today, in anticipation of my trip, I decided to see just what kind of airline Cape Air was. And I found this:

I’m sorry, but it looks to me like for that thing to take off, someone has to throw it. And then if you’re lucky, it gets about five seconds in the air before it crashes into the wall of your bedroom.

The motto of Cape Air is “We’re your Wings”, which I guess is fitting, because I’d probably do just as good if I taped cardboard wings to myself and jumped off a building. Seriously, if you hear on the news about some kid getting sucked into the jet turbine of a 747 because he was running down the tarmac at Logan Airport as fast as he could flapping his arms, you’ll know that it was me, and that it happened out of fear.

Also, here is another picture of a Cape Air plane in flight, presumably on its way to a gay pirate’s convention or something.

Answer: It was obviously Wings.

This historic sitcom ran for a stunning 172 episodes through the golden age of  my youth, 1990 to 1997, and chronicled the struggles of the Hackett brothers, Brian and Joe, as they attempted to run a small airline based out of Nantucket Island. Perhaps the show’s biggest addition to the canon of network television during its seven year run was the infallible Lowell Mather. Played by a young Thomas Haden Church, the eccentric yet sincere airport mechanic ’s misadventuresome ways were the focal point of the show’s comic relief, episode after episode. Take for example the following dialogue, concerning a ten-foot sub Lowell and others believe will be in attendance at Joe and Helen’s engagement party.

Brian Hackett: Brace yourself guys… um… were not having a big sandwich.
Lowell Mather: Excuse me, but, it almost sounded like you said there’d be no big sandwich.
Fay Schlob Dumbly DeVay Cochran: Everyone loves the big sandwich.
Roy Biggins: A party with out a big sandwich? It-it-it-it-it’s just not done.
Casey Chappel Davenport: All right! Enough about the big sandwich. I am sure you will all be more than pleased with the food especially after you’ve tasted the marvelous poached Salmon.
Lowell Mather: How many feet did you get?
Casey Chappel Davenport: It doesn’t come by the foot.
Lowell Mather: Then how do you know when your full?
Casey Chappel Davenport: I gotta get off this island

Words should have sent a poet.