The ducks were going to be walking soon. It was sometime in the early 1980s—I had just flown my rented Skyhawk down to the ILS Runway 5R minimums at the Raleigh-Durham (N.C.) International Airport (RDU), breaking out at decision height. Earlier, I missed the 600-foot minimum descent altitude radar approach at the nearby Horace Williams Airport at Chapel Hill, N.C. This was Plan B. After discharging my passenger—her car was at Chapel Hill, but there was no way for me to get her there—I was on the phone with Flight Ser- vice, trying to figure out how to get back to the Washington, D.C., area that night.
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