In June 2004, Molly and I were asked to pick Jim Dornan up from the private airport terminal at Lester Pearson International. We were given the tail number of the private plane and found the entrance to the secured area.
Upon arrival at the counter, I asked if they could tell me what time the flight was expected to arrive. The agent said we don’t know. This is a private airport. I said, OK, then can you tell me what time this tail number was expected to arrive because surely they would have to file a flight plan. Without looking up, she said, sir, people like the Rolling Stones do not want anybody to know when they will arrive. That’s why it is called private.
We watched as Jim’s plane came in and landed. We were told to get our minivan and drive out onto the tarmac to the plane to get the luggage. Now that was awesome.
When we returned Jim to the airport, his pilot came over to the lounge where we were, yes, lounging, and said, we can leave whenever you are ready. Now that’s the way to fly when you are ready.
Jim’s passing