Even with my mind virus, I can still remember sitting beside the pool at the Amerisuites off 36th Street in Miami in 1999. I was at Gemini.

I was emoting over my career choices. None of them were all that good.

A wise old captain - Vietnam vet, had flown for three other cargo carriers, another nasty Boomer - took a sip of his gin and tonic and said, "You know, someday you'll realize, what matters is this: your friends and your family. That's it."

I'm guessing that if you're unhappy doing night hubturns, you'll be unhappy flying 4-leg days in a 717. But what do I know.