When I was down in North Carolina, I went to the Sullenberger Aviation Museum. If that name sounds familiar, it’s because it’s named after Sully Sullenberger. He was the hero pilot who landed a passenger airplane in the Hudson River in Manhattan after the engines were destroyed by a bird strike ten minutes after takeoff. The actual plane is in the museum, fully intact. There is a film playing of the crew and passengers giving their account of what happened. To call what Sullenberger did a miracle is an understatement. When you hear his calm demeanor talking to the air traffic controllers, you’d think he was in his kitchen making a cup of tea and not about to crash an airplane with 150 passengers and 5 crew members. The flight was headed to North Carolina and most people were from there. That’s why it lives in Charlotte in a museum named after him.
