ALBUQUERQUE AIR ROUTE TRAFFIC CONTROL CENTER - ZAB
SECTOR 39 - "BUNTR (Bunter) ARRIVAL SECTOR - 5:25 PM / 2325Z
As Gary responded to the aircraft and observed the changes
in his sector over the next several minutes, another air traffic controller,
Smith Ryan came into the control room and was instructed to plug-in at the
"D" side position at Bunter. A controller with twelve years of experience,
Smith coincidentally was twelve years younger than Gary. Even though they
had worked in the same control Area in ZAB during that time, Gary and
Smith hadn't always gotten along. The trouble between them two wasn't
personal, just a difference in "professional opinion" regarding how
traffic was handled in the various sectors.
Gary glanced at Smith as he sat down and plugged his
headset into the radio jack.
Great...twenty five aircraft inbound and I've got
"Mister Approve Anything" as my help. Next thing you know, we'll be shut
off with all twenty five aircraft in the sector at the same time.
"Hey kid," Gary said to Smith. "Get ready, cause
here they come."
Get ready, cause here I come...get ready cause here I
come...That was a great song.
"Hey old man," Smith said. "Anything need to be done right
away...like a little help signing your retirement papers?"
"Very funny, smart aleck," Gary replied. "Did you dry the
water behind your ears before you sat down? By the way, Jim can hold the
tissue for you if you need to blow your nose."
Smith gave a weak smile as he was going to say something in
reply, but was interrupted by a coordination call. Gary's attention
returned to the radar scope and was soon busy. The timing of Smith's
sitting down was just right, as seven aircraft were now in the process of
being handed off to Gary's sector.
Over his shoulder, Gary could hear the line from Traffic
Management ringing again. He could also hear Ann at the High Altitude
sector busy giving radar vectors to more arrivals and other controllers in
the Area busy with their traffic.
It was a muted cacophony of voices, tapping and pushing of
computer buttons, computer tones, shouts over voice lines, aircraft
frequencies coming out of overhead speakers, telephone and interphone
lines ringing.
A thought occurred to Gary after he corrected an erroneous
readback of a clearance. He looked at Smith.
Smith Ryan...Smith Ryan. Your name always sounds
backwards to me. What was with your parents anyway?