The SWA debacle explained…

Or, chickens coming home to roost, thanks to beancounters…

Senior Pilot Larry Xxxxx:
What happened to Southwest Airlines?
I’ve been a pilot for Southwest Airlines for over 35 years. I’ve given my heart and soul to Southwest Airlines during those years. And quite honestly Southwest Airlines has given its heart and soul to me and my family.
Many of you have asked what caused this epic meltdown. Unfortunately, the frontline employees have been watching this meltdown coming like a slow motion train wreck for sometime. And we’ve been begging our leadership to make much needed changes in order to avoid it. What happened yesterday started two decades ago.
Herb Kelleher was the brilliant CEO of SWA until 2004. He was a very operationally oriented leader. Herb spent lots of time on the front line. He always had his pulse on the day to day operation and the people who ran it. That philosophy flowed down through the ranks of leadership to the front line managers. We were a tight operation from top to bottom. We had tools, leadership and employee buy in. Everything that was needed to run a first class operation. When Herb retired in 2004 Gary Kelly became the new CEO.
Gary was an accountant by education and his style leading Southwest Airlines became more focused on finances and less on operations. He did not spend much time on the front lines. He didn’t engage front line employees much. When the CEO doesn’t get out in the trenches then neither do the lower levels of leadership.
Gary named another accountant to be Chief Operating Officer (the person responsible for day to day operations). The new COO had little or no operational background. This trickled down through the lower levels of leadership, as well.
They all disengaged the operation, disengaged the employees and focused more on Return on Investment, stock buybacks and Wall Street. This approach worked for Gary’s first 8 years because we were still riding the strong wave that Herb had built.
But as time went on the operation began to deteriorate. There was little investment in upgrading technology (after all, how do you measure the return on investing in infrastructure?) or the tools we needed to operate efficiently and consistently. As the frontline employees began to see the deterioration in our operation we began to warn our leadership. We educated them, we informed them and we made suggestions to them. But to no avail. The focus was on finances not operations. As we saw more and more deterioration in our operation our asks turned to pleas. Our pleas turned to dire warnings. But they went unheeded. After all, the stock price was up so what could be wrong?
We were a motivated, willing and proud employee group wanting to serve our customers and uphold the tradition of our beloved airline, the airline we built and the airline that the traveling public grew to cheer for and luv. But we were watching in frustration and disbelief as our once amazing airline was becoming a house of cards.
A half dozen small scale meltdowns occurred during the mid to late 2010’s. With each mini meltdown Leadership continued to ignore the pleas and warnings of the employees in the trenches. We were still operating with 1990’s technology. We didn’t have the tools we needed on the line to operate the sophisticated and large airline we had become. We could see that the wheels were about ready to fall off the bus. But no one in leadership would heed our pleas.
When COVID happened SWA scaled back considerably (as did all of the airlines) for about two years. This helped conceal the serious problems in technology, infrastructure and staffing that were occurring and being ignored. But as we ramped back up the lack of attention to the operation was waiting to show its ugly head.
Gary Kelly retired as CEO in early 2022. Bob Jordan was named CEO. He was a more operationally oriented leader. He replaced our Chief Operating Officer with a very smart man and they announced their priority would be to upgrade our airline’s technology and provide the frontline employees the operational tools we needed to care for our customers and employees. Finally, someone acknowledged the elephant in the room.
But two decades of neglect takes several years to overcome. And, unfortunately to our horror, our house of cards came tumbling down this week as a routine winter storm broke our 1990’s operating system.
The frontline employees were ready and on station. We were properly staffed. We were at the airports. Hell, we were ON the airplanes. But our antiquated software systems failed coupled with a decades old system of having to manage 20,000 frontline employees by phone calls. No automation had been developed to run this sophisticated machine.
We had a routine winter storm across the Midwest last Thursday. A larger than normal number flights were cancelled as a result. But what should have been one minor inconvenient day of travel turned into this nightmare. After all, American, United, Delta and the other airlines operated with only minor flight disruptions.
The two decades of neglect by SWA leadership caused the airline to lose track of all its crews. ALL of us. We were there. With our customers. At the jet. Ready to go. But there was no way to assign us. To confirm us. To release us to fly the flight. And we watched as our customers got stranded without their luggage missing their Christmas holiday.
I believe that our new CEO Bob Jordan inherited a MESS. This meltdown was not his failure but the failure of those before him. I believe he has the right priorities. But it will take time to right this ship. A few years at a minimum. Old leaders need to be replaced. Operationally oriented managers need to be brought in. I hope and pray Bob can execute on his promises to fix our once proud airline. Time will tell.
It’s been a punch in the gut for us frontline employees. We care for the traveling public. We have spent our entire careers serving you. Safely. Efficiently. With luv and pride. We are horrified. We are sorry. We are sorry for the chaos, inconvenience and frustration our airline caused you. We are angry. We are embarrassed. We are sad. Like you, the traveling public, we have been let down by our own leaders.
Herb once said the the biggest threat to Southwest Airlines will come from within. Not from other airlines. What a visionary he was. I miss Herb now more than ever.
This matches with ‘rumors’ that have been percolating around the DFW area for the last five or so years…

Sometimes…

The ‘pig’ has too much lipstick…

A Boeing Jumbo jet built for Saudi royalty with only 42 hours of flight has been scrapped in the desert of Arizona after a decade of no buyers.

Germany’s aero TELEGRAPH reported the $280 million Boeing 747-8BBJ was ordered for Saudi crown prince Sultan bin Abdulaziz Al Saudi, but he died in late 2011, one year before the jet was delivered to the Saudi Arabian Royal Flight Group. 

Since the prince died, the plane never flew and sat in Switzerland for a decade. No buyers ever struck a deal to purchase the jumbo jet outfitted with luxury throughout the cabin. 

Full article, HERE from ZeroHedge.

But why, you might ask, don’t they just convert it to a freighter???

Well, it’s not ‘quite’ that easy…

First the specs are different in a VERY important way-

From Airliners.com-

Boeing 747 8 Specs Fuselage Extension.

Boeing 747 8 Specs for both 747-8i and 747-8F.
This shows where the additional length was inserted as compared to the Boeing 747 400. There is no need for a ‘big’ second deck on the freighter, as the only thing upstairs is the cockpit and a small rest are/galley.

Now for the tabular specifications.

Note the bolded areas… The biggest is the difference in payload, which is driven by the ‘strength’ of the main deck on the 8f.

Boeing 747 8 Specs Table

Boeing 747-8i Intercontinental Boeing 747-8f Freighter
Cockpit Crew 2 2
Average Price US$378.5 Million US$379.1 Million
Seating Capacity (Maximum) 605 N/A
Seating Capacity (Three Class) 467 N/A
Overall Length 76.25 Metres (250 feet, 2 inches) 76.25 Metres (250 feet, 2 inches)
Wingspan 68.45 Metres (224 feet, 7 inches) 68.45 Metres (224 feet, 7 inches)
Wing Area 554 Metres2 (5,963 feet2) 554 Metres2 (5,963 feet2)
Height 19.35 Metres (63 feet, 6 inches) 19.35 Metres (63 feet, 6 inches)
Cabin Width 6.1 Metres (20 feet, 1 inch) 6.1 Metres (20 feet, 1 inch)
Maximum Take-off Weight 447,696 Kilograms (987,000 Pounds) 447,696 Kilograms (987,000 Pounds)
Maximum landing weight 312,000 Kilograms (688,000 Pounds) 343,000 Kilograms (757,000 Pounds)
Maximum zero fuel weight 295,000 Kilograms (651,000 Pounds) 330,000 Kilograms (727,000 Pounds)
Operating Empty Weight 220,128 Kilograms (485,300 Pounds) 197,131 Kilograms (434,600 Pounds) 
Maximum structural payload 76,700 Kilograms (169,100 Pounds) 134,200 Kilograms (295,800 Pounds)
Maximum fuel capacity 238,610 Litres (63,034 US gallons) 226,095 Litres (59,734 US gallons)
Cruising Speed at 35,000 feet Mach 0.855 (570 mph, 495 knots, 917 km/h) Mach 0.845 (564 mph, 490 knots, 908 km/h)
Maximum speed at 35,000 feet Mach 0.92 (614 mph, 533 kn, 988 km/h) Mach 0.92 (614 mph, 533 kn, 988 km/h)
Range 7,790 nmi (8,966 mi; 14,430 km)at MTOW with 467 passengers and baggage 4,120 nmi (4,741 mi; 7,630 km) at full payload (134,000 kg(295,800 lb))
Fuel Burn 11,350 litres/3,000 gallons per hour averaged over a 14 hour flight.
Fuel Type Kerosene known as Jet-A or Jet A-1(has a slightly lower freezing point.)
Cargo capacity 161.5 Cubic Metres (5,705 Cubic feet) 854.5 Cubic Metres (330,177 Cubic feet)
Service ceiling 43,000 ft (13,000 m) 43,000 ft (13,000 m)
Engines (4x) GEnx-2B67 GEnx-2B67
Thrust (4x) 66,500 lbf (296 kN) 66,500 lbf (296 kN)
So what you are looking at is a very expensive ‘pig’, that is really only affordable by the Saudis or someone like that, and nobody wanted a ‘hand me down’ from the House of Saud, even if it had never been used…
At least they are able to scrap it out and get some good parts for somebody with a fleet of freighters to hoard against the bad times…

Daw…poor baby…

A Tesla owner’s video went viral after he couldn’t get his Model S to charge at a Supercharger station in the cold.

Domenick Nati, a radio host in Virginia, was trying to charge his Tesla Model S last Friday ahead of his holiday travel, but he was having some issues.

It was reportedly 19°F – or -7°C – at the time.

Full article, HERE from Electrek!

Soooo, he tied up a charger for an hour, never got a charge, and doesn’t understand that batteries HAVE to be warm to take a charge? Did he not read the owner’s manual? And his ass got stranded. He’s trying to blame Tesla, but I wonder where those ‘other’ three fingers are pointing?

EVs have not fared well in 2022, first it was the EVs left of the side of I-95 in the cold earlier last year in Virginia in the massive traffic jam,  car fire(s), repeatedly refiring down in Florida after getting water soaked in the hurricane, now, again, issues in the cold.

And speaking of cold, I have a question about those that froze to death in their cars in upper NY, how many of them were EVs? With no internal combustion engine, trying to ‘heat’ the car with battery power is going to be one helluva drain in an already bad situation…

But, the administration wants everyone to go out and buy one!!!

With a power grid that won’t support large numbers of EVs, inability to actually take a long distance trip (>500 miles) in a reasonable amount of time, lack of charging stations, etc. (like CA telling people not to charge their EVs during peak power draws).

I’ll stick with my gas engined vehicle, my Bible, and my guns, thank you very much…

Grrr…

Once more we see the biased leadership out of DOD…

The Defense Department will deny a plea from Navy Lt. Ridge Alkonis to extend his pay and allowances while he serves a three-year prison sentence in Japan, according to U.S. Sen. Mike Lee of Utah on Thursday.

Full article, HERE from Stars and Stripes and HERE.

Not only did DOD NOT go to bat for him during the trial, they pretty much rolled over and didn’t contest the Japanese court dismissing the evidence of acute mountain sickness.

They ‘strictly’ adhered to the SOFA agreement (HERE), and now will kick Alkonis’ family to the curb IN JAPAN right before Christmas with no income and no way to get back to the states…

Compare and contrast to…this…

At least two Army officers are under investigation for posting photos of themselves in dog-shaped BDSM gear while in uniform.

The photos surfaced last week after one of the officers posted a picture of himself wearing the dog masks, announcing his retirement from the Army. Another Twitter account posted a long thread revealing that two of the members were commissioned officers and reportedly in a sexual relationship. The Army announced Tuesday it was investigating the posts.

Full article, HERE from the Daily Wire.

This was an ongoing thing, apparently noted multiple times on Instagram and other media sites but apparently ‘ignored’ by the powers that be…

I’m honestly glad I’m NOT in the military anymore, and I frankly would not point any young person at the military as a career under the current administration and DOD leadership.

Grrr…

Twas the day AFTER Christmas…

Feel for the parents out today hunting more batteries for the kid’s toys…

The Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurtin’ even the mouse.

The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.

Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor,
While upstairs the family continued to snore.

And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
I went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.

The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said “U.S. POSTMAN.”

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox.
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.

Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:

“Now Dillard’s, now Broadway’s, now Penny’s and Sears
Here’s Robinson’s, Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s.

To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway–chargeaway–chargeaway all!”

He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
“ENJOY WHAT YOU BOUGHT…….
YOU’LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!”

Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas to you and yours wherever you may be.

This year, due to some unexpected home costs, I won’t be able to have Christmas with my kids and now three grandchildren and one great-grandchild. Seeing them is something truly special to me.

So you get memories…

As I sit here in a warm kitchen sipping a cup of coffee, I can’t help remembering back to being a little boy some 60 years ago, I can only give thanks that I’ve made it this far. I remember the first bike, the first Tonka toys (what I wouldn’t give to still have them), riding over to my friends houses to see what they got and playing for hours…

Then the military, some years Christmas was a string of tinsel in the shop in some overseas location and a box of cookie crumbs.  Other years it was taking the watch so another sailor could have Christmas with his wife and kids. And then it was my family, those first Christmases with my daughters, watching them tear into the wrapping paper with glee, and playing as much with the boxes as the dolls and other toys.

Now I get to watch that for another generation and I’m truly humbled by it.  And thankful I made it this far.  I also can’t help but remember those that didn’t. the ones who for a myriad of reasons aren’t spending time with their families, because we buried them along the way, or they are standing the duty in those far flung locations far from home.

nuff said…

Christmas Eve…

Jeff MacNelly was a friend of the military, and especially of the Navy.  He did a number of ‘special’ cartoons over the years for those of us who served…

This is one of my favorites…  Sadly he passed way too young in 2000 due to lymphoma.

shoexmas

Author unknown, but a damn good one…

This one goes out to Brigid, Frito, Flake, Juvat, JP, JimJim, Wing, Joe and all the other aviators out there…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,
In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.

The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.

He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I’d have sworn that the call sign he used was “St. Nick”;
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial,
“St. Nicholas One, turnin’ left onto final.”
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!

With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
“Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!” What pills was he takin’?

While controllers were sittin’, and scratchin’ their head,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
“When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.”

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard “Left at Charlie,” and “Taxi to parking.”
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh
And stopped on the ramp with a “Ho, ho-ho- ho…”

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn’t inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a cropduster’s belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to “fill it, with hundred low-lead.”
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin’ the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, “Clear!”

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
“Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot’s discretion.”

He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
“Your traffic’s a Grumman, inbound from the west.”
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
“Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight.”

 

A sailor’s Christmas…

Twas the night before Christmas, and he lived in a crowd,
In a 40 man berthing, with shipmates so loud.
I had come down the exhaust stack with presents to give,
And to see just who in this rack did live.
I looked all about, and a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings were hung, just boots close at hand,
On the bulkhead hung pictures ………of far distant lands.
He had medals and badges and awards of all kinds,
and a sobering thought came into my mind.
For this place was different, it was so dark and dreary,
I had found the home of a Sailor, this I could see clearly.
The Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up in his rack, dreaming of home.
The face was so gentle, the berthing in such good order,
But not how I pictured a United States Sailor.
Was this the hero whom I saw on TV?
Defending his country so we all could be free?
I realized the families that I’ve seen this night,
Owed their lives to these Sailors who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate a new Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the Sailors, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve, on a sea far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The sailor awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, for this life is my choice.”
“Defend the seas this day, the peace do I keep.”
The sailor then rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I kept watch for hours so silent, so still,
And we both shivered from the night’s cold chill.
I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the Sailor rolled over and with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas..All is Secure”
Modified by Jim Fuqua, USN Retired

TBT…

Just in time for Christmas… Back in the day…

Western Auto, Sears, Montgomery Wards, and I ‘think’ Woolworth all had pedal cars like these for roughly the same prices. This ad is from 1962!

Today, those $20 pedal cars/tractors are worth anywhere from $500-1500!!!

If you’re travelling today, please be safe, it’s cold out there pretty much everywhere!

Posted in TBT

Results…

Ian McMurtrie was found not guilty of ‘Official Oppression’ by the judge yesterday at his trial!!!

Interesting to note that the first two sentences of the article are the ONLY discussion of Ian being acquitted, the remainder of the article regurgitates the charges against him…

Link to the local rag is HERE.

This is thanks to all those who donated to the GiveSendGo and participated in the raffle we did. Without your help, he would not have been successful, and deeply in debt.

Ian’s expert witnesses Chuck Haggard and Jim Anders on the LEO/Corrections side for use of force, and Kelly Grayson and Dr. Charles Johnson on the Paramedic/Doctor side buried the prosecution’s BS case and video in short order.

Interestingly, only ONE serving Sheriff’s Office person, the lieutenant that did the investigation testified for the prosecution. The Sheriff nor the Jail Administrator deigned to testify. Of the three former SO personnel that were subpoenaed to testify, only two were actually called, and ‘didn’t help’ the prosecution much, if at all.

Now Ian can get on with his life and writing without this damocles sword hanging over his head. And get his muse out of the bar and back to work on writing…

Thanks again to all who made this possible!!!