I visited Aberdeen one time about 15 years ago, and went touring the countryside on a day off. It was rotten weather, blustery and cold, with scudding clouds at about 1000 feet, wind at 45 to 50 knots, and the rain pelting me in a level attack at my clothing. I leaned against the railing on the stone jetty at Peterhead, body braced into the wind, and just thrilled at the whitecaps and spray that boiled across the North Sea in front of me. What a demonstration of the overpowering might of nature! How insignificant we really are against such force. No wonder the town is built of stone.. .. .I wiped the spray and rain from my eyes because I heard a noise behind me. I looked up and saw a 76 flogging itself into the wind, heading out toward the rigs offshore. It crawled into that weather, heading over seas nearly impossible to land on. In the next 10 minutes I saw 2 61's and another 76 head out.. .. .Call it boring, note the management-worker strife, count the dull days of "bus driving." But don't let anyone ever tell you that flying the North Sea is easy.