I dip my lid to the folks that keep them turning and burning. You’re always there, rain, hail, shine. Night day. Christmas. Easter. Father’s Day. Mother’s Day. Grumpy, happy or in between.
That licence number means something. It has a proud history of excellence. Don’t let them cheapen it. Every time I see a QF lame sign the CRS I know I’m good to go. I’ll ask questions occasionally for my benefit. I trust the responses. Because we are a team. The only team that matters.