The coffee machine, it was said, served a dual purpose, dispensing battery acid for the aircraft as well as slaking the thirsts of the pilots.The coffee machine, it was said, served a dual purpose, dispensing battery acid for the aircraft as well as slaking the thirsts of the pilots. That night, as I approached the machine, with quarter in hand, a voice said "I'll trade you some real coffee and the best pastrami sandwich in town for a ride to Atlanta." The invitation came from a short blond named Alma, a "primary student" in our parlance: one who was training for her private pilot license. She produced a picnic basket, a large thermos and an inviting smile. "OK,"`I said, "but I'll have to call Miami and get a weight for the cargo, first. |