A Pilot’s Wife’s Life

Tell me…what in the world is this?

It looked like a fingernail at first but that wouldn’t make sense.

Why would fingernails be hanging on the ceiling of an airport?

The husband said he thought they were fuselages…just like a pilot would.

This is the new terminal at Indianapolis Airport. I had not been to Indiana in three years and two years ago, the folks at Indianapolis opened a new airport. It’s beautiful. But I just couldn’t figure out what these were.

Anyone know?

Here’s the kicker…we stopped at this beautiful store so the boy could buy some model cars. Indianapolis is known for corn and for the most famous race track in the world.

The Brickyard.

Never heard of it? Well neither had I until I met the husband.

I went in with the boy and the lady who checked us out said, “Weren’t you here a couple of nights ago?”

I said, “Yes, Friday night. We came in to look around.”

She replied, “You’re husband’s a pilot? I see him here all the time.”

I said, “Yes, really?”

“Is that him?” And turned to wave to the husband who was outside the store with the kids.

The husband looked up and waved back.

I came out and said, “That lady knows you. She said you come to Indianapolis all the time.”

“Oh really? I’ve never been to the new terminal before. Weird.”

Did you ever read The Pilot’s Wife? It’s about a pilot’s double life.

The husband leaves his schedule posted on our bulletin board. He calls me every night when he’s gone. And through the wonders of the internet, I can track his flights on flightaware.com.

But for some reason, a lady at the check out stand in somewhere Indianapolis can make me wonder.

Is the husband an IRA operative?