A dogs tail (part 3) I fired up my old and bettered train“the hauler” and sat there waiting for the even older heatingsystem to kick in, when the radio crackled, the message beinginaudible , so a quick thump on the dash fixed that “calling allASF pilots, a meeting is to be held (crackle fuzz) location” humph, bloody radio. I shut down the hauler and headed forthe office ( the bar ) and used the radio there. I revived themessage loud and clear. I looked across the loading bay trying todecide wha…