Chapter 31
s instructed by ground control, the Piper Aztec was positioned at the end of the tarmac. “Lakefront tower, this is November, Twin Piper six, niner, one, five, foxtrot requesting permission for takeoff.” Nervously, Nora awaited clearance. If she got it, she would be on her way. If they stopped her, she might be arrested and lose her children forever.
There was a brief pause. “Sorry about that, Twin Piper six, niner, one, five, foxtrot. Clear for takeoff on runway two seven.”
With a huge sigh of relief, Nora taxied the plane to the end of runway twenty seven. Good to go. She pushed forward the throttle and began to increase her speed for takeoff. Within seconds she was aloft. The Greenwood’s Piper, in immaculate condition, flew just like the other Piper that she had flown with Steve. The controls were basically the same. But of course, the Greenwoods had equipped theirs with the latest avionics. Avionics Nora had no idea to operate.
Nora’s short hair was tucked up in her cap. She was wearing aviators; trying to appear as much like the Greenwood’s pilot as possible. Seventy-five knots, eighty-five knots. Lift, she was off the ground heading west.
Flying out, she could see downtown New Orleans on her left. But as planned, she banked right and made a turn north crossing back over Lakefront and Lake Ponchartrain. Previously, she had only flown over the mouth of the lake, which in and of itself was over five miles. Flying over the diameter of the lake was nerve wracking. Once she got over the middle, there was water as far as she could see. As the second largest salt water lake, it was huge. Forty miles east to west and twenty four miles from its southern shore northward. Exactly the direction Nora was flying. She was relieved when she could see shoreline coming into view near Mandeville. She increased her altitude and leveled off at her cruise.
Now, it was just a matter of identifying her landmarks along the way, making sure she followed her course. She had studied the maps more intently than any previous flight. It was going to be tremendously difficult to differentiate where she was over the acres and acres of pine forests. Once she hit land at Mandeville, she knew that she was about to cross the border to Mississippi. Then, the plane would be safely in another state.
The state of Louisiana operated under Napoleonic law. Baton Rouge was where her children temporarily were. Therefore, had she chosen to fly there, it might have been considered theft. At this point, everything she had just left was still considered community property. With the Greenwood’s power, Nora suspected they would find some loophole and have her arrested. At the moment, no legal papers had been filed; technically, she was still a Greenwood. By flying to another state that recognized community property, Nora avoided the Napoleonic law implications.
Hattiesburg, Mississippi was an ideal location. A small to medium sized city, close enough in geographical proximity to Baton Rouge and New Orleans to make her plan work. Plus, Pine Belt was a general aviation airport large enough to have hangars for rent. As Nora continued to fly over the immense pine forests she realized how harrowing finding her visuals was going to be. There were acres upon acres of them. Tall, lush, and stately under most circumstances unless you were attempting to find a landmark. Pinpointing her point of reference was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Nora plotted her journey along the parallel route that Charlene was driving on Highway 11. Nora knew that construction had commenced for the future Interstate 59. With both roadways running together in jagged patterns they made a decent north south vantage point for her to follow.
Nora made contact with the first tower. “Poplarville tower. Twin Piper, November, six, niner, one, five, foxtrot. VFR, four thousand five hundred feet landing Hattiesburg. Over.”
“Twin piper six, niner, one, five, foxtrot copy over.”
First check point done. There weren’t going to be as many checks to towers this time. There was no need. Generally, as long as she could follow her landmarks she would be okay. She sustained her altitude of four thousand five hundred feet. The gods were looking down upon her, for the weather today was absolutely gorgeous. There were only some ribbon-like, cirrus clouds in the sky. Otherwise, it was baby blue.
As she flew, Nora thought more about what she was actually doing. She was playing the poker card game of her life. Her outcome was to regain custody of her children and her freedom. She would absolutely have to hook Frank into her bluff.
Her normal exhilaration when flying was marked with fear today. She thought about the Naval ideals that Steve had taught. Honor, courage, and commitment. Her courage and commitment to her children were driving her actions. Well, at least she had two out of three. For there was certainly no honor in her first totally independent act as a pilot; which was now stealing a plane.
Nora started to see dwellings increasing in numbers and proximity. She realized she was on the outskirts of Hattiesburg and would be flying over the city’s western edge. Pinebelt Regional was north of the city. Almost there. Just a few more moments and she would be home free.
She made contact with Pinebelt tower when she was ten miles out. “Pinebelt tower. Twin Piper, November six, niner, one, five, foxtrot. Three miles southwest, requesting permission to land.”
“Twin piper six, niner, one, five, foxtrot clear to land runway three six.”
Nora recognized from studying her maps that runway three six required her to bank left when in proximity of the airport. She received another radio communication from the tower, “Twin Piper, niner, one. Winds are currently zero four five, at twenty-five knots, gusting to thirty-five. Clear to land runway three six.” Nora knew that meant she would be getting quite a bit of crosswind as she attempted to land the plane.
It suddenly began to dawn on her the risks of this mission. If she somehow failed her landing, and crashed the plane killing herself; her children would not only be motherless, but stranded in Baton Rouge. Although these thoughts began to cross her mind in flashes, she tried to put them out of her head.
“Come on Jack. Help me out here,” calling on her father’s spirit. He was either in heaven or hell, she really wasn’t sure. She took a deep breath, put her head on straight and mentally focused on the task at hand. When she saw the airport come into view several miles out, she pulled back on the throttles and began a gentle descent. A few minutes later she could visually see the numbers of runway three six.
Nora was also starting to feel the wind. It was difficult to hold her course and her wings were rocking like a boat on rough seas. To maintain her heading required lots of rudder input to compensate. Unfortunately, she was sometimes over compensating causing her to overshoot her course in the other direction. She was struggling to keep the nose up. It was going to be the landing from hell.
In fact, it was so bad, she radioed the tower. She was dropping too much speed and couldn’t pull the nose of the plane up to stabilize. “Pinebelt tower, Piper one, five, foxtrot, going around.” She had to bail the landing.
“Piper one, five, foxtrot, clear for the go around. You’re the only one in the area; clear to land at your discretion.”
She pushed the throttles forward and leveled off flying just above the runway. Once she started gaining airspeed, she pulled back on the yoke and began her climb into the sky.
Sweat was pouring from her brow. This time it was going to take more skill and concentration. She made a climbing bank to the west, leveling off at one thousand five hundred feet. She was now re-established in the traffic pattern ready to attempt another approach. “Come on Nora, you can do this. You have to do this,” she coached herself.
Making a sign of the cross, she approached the runway again. This time she was much more aggressive in her rudder control to compensate for the gusting crosswind. She pointed the nose in the direction of the gusts as Steve had taught her. Keeping her hands steady, she kept the nose up and lowered her speed to begin her descent. “Steady, steady,” she said. One hundred fifty, one hundred, fifty, twenty five feet. She was at the end of the runway and boom. Nora was down. Smoothly. A huge sigh of relief came over her as she lowered her speed and applied her brakes. She was here. Thank God she was here.
Nora taxied the plane towards the hangars for general aviation. She had rented a temporary space from Grayson Aviation. The mechanic planned to meet her. Pulling the plane safely into the hangar, Nora ticked off yet another step of her strategy. Once she parked, she closed up the Piper and applied the pad lock to the outside door of the building.
“Would you like us to hold the key for you here, Mrs. Greenwood?” the mechanic asked her.
“No, thank you. I will hold onto them. I appreciate the offer, but I know the co-owner will be anxious to get them.” Nora then took off her glasses and baseball cap. It felt good to shake out her hair. Despite it being December, it was drenched with sweat. She walked from the FBO over to the general terminal. It would be another hour or so before Charlene arrived, so Nora ordered a Coca-cola mixed with Orange Crush and took a seat in the bar to relax.
She couldn’t help but watch the clock, wondering how Charlene was making it up Highway 11. Her friend had quite a lead foot; she hoped she wouldn’t be pulled over by the Mississippi Highway Patrol. Nora had given a detailed map to Charlene on how to find the airport.
It was almost three o’clock and Charlene’s Caddy was nowhere to be found. Nora got up and walked outside the terminal to look for her. She didn’t want to appear like a loiterer in the terminal and she couldn’t drink too many sodas due to the baby. The caffeine and sugar was already making the baby kick incessantly.
Nora rubbed her tummy. “I wonder if you will be born with the spirit of Jack Broussard?” she questioned the life inside. Nora felt that although her recent actions were unlawful and bit dodgy, her father would be proud that she was a fighter.
A flash of baby blue rounded the corner, tires screeching. Charlene! The Cadillac pulled up to the curb. “Good golly miss molly! I thought you would never get here,” a relieved Nora exclaimed.
“Well, heck sister. I had my eyes so glued on that detailed map that I missed a damned turn with all the construction. Then, I was worried about rain, so I stopped to put the top up. God, I need a drink.”
“No time for that, we have to get back on the road and back to Baton Rouge. Especially before we hit rush hour traffic.” At this point, it looked like they might just make it.
“Nora Jean, I’m at least going through the Dairy Mart drive-thru to get a coke float. This girl’s gotta have some sugar. I’m plum nearly wore out.”
“Here, move over. I’ll drive then. And yes, I’ll stop at Dairy Mart.”
“So, how was it?” Charlene had to get all the details.
“Nerve wracking. I almost couldn’t land. But I made it. The plane is safely locked in the hangar.”
They hugged and gave a big “yee-haw” out the windows of the Cadillac. Nora could breathe a sigh of relief. Now all that was left was to get back to her kids and call Frank. Devilish delight danced in her eyes as she imagined his face realizing his plane was gone.