Just as I'm calling NorCal Approach for the return home to Oakland (KOAK), I hear on frequency:
"Uh, Norcal, Southwest xyz, can I have that frequency for Oakland again please?"And just another late evening on the ramp back at Oakland, the fields of steady red, blue, green, and white lights, the flashing lights and movement, the Coast Guard flight practicing approaches, the noise of the Pilatus PC12 that followed me in on the visual going into beta on 27R, a brightly-lit Gulfstream being readied for departure near Kaiser, the Amflight Navajo weedwhacker taxiing along taxiway Charlie … and my old nemesis again (again! The damn thing's always there…), the unmarked white Justice Department MD-80 on the Kaiser ramp preparing for departure, ringed by ostentatiously-armed men in dark uniforms watching me taxi past. I can almost imagine the pilots waving cheerily at me as I taxi by ("Oh him again! Didn't we run into him off 27R a couple of years ago?!" :-)).
"Dang it, Jim!"
"Southwest xyz, that was 128.7..."
I should do more of this sort of thing, but I never seem to find the time.