We were in some podunk area in rural Texas. Somehow, due to my 1 semester of flight training in high school, they let me fly my family in a rented airplane out of Oakland, and we went and did some stuff with the kids and some other people I don’t really know. At some point, I was at a gas station, and I lost my wallet. My wife Ruth was so nonchalant about it, she was only concerned that her service dog was behaving OK, and the kids were just rolling their eyes at me because I was overreacting.
The House we were renting was huge. it had something like 10 bedrooms, enormous living area, and a bathroom that was like a gymn shower room, with a sauna. It became time for us to come back home, and Ruth and the kids were heading for the car. A little old lady with a walker – along with her friend approached us and explained that they were friends of Ruth’s childhood piano teacher – who passed a long time ago – and they needed a ride with us back to Oakland.
Suddenly I discovered that I had also lost the keys to the rental car. I became really worried about my mental state because I was forgetting everything, but Ruth and the kids just looked at me like I was nuts. So we somehow we got to the plane, which was parked in a field. I was powering everything up when I realized that I had to file a flight plan with the FAA but I had no idea how to do that – or how to contact Oakland once I was ready to land.
Again I panicked, but everyone else was just calm and collected about it. I decided to just get it in the air, and figure it out when I got close to Oakland. Or else the air force would have to shoot us down. Which was probably OK because I had no ID, and there was no way I was going to get out of the airport anyway.