It is the end of the cargo road for me. A few days ago, I finally got the word from American Eagle and will be starting my training on February 28th in Dallas. After taking care of the last details including paperworks and my medical examination, I gave my two weeks notice to my base manager who was not surprised. That is because he did not even know who I was. Pretty chocking considering I have worked there for two years and there are only a dozen pilots flying out of cincinnati. Talk about a sign that says it is time to move on... For my last week flying boxes around the midwest, I got to fly a different E120. Much younger than the one we used to hop around with before I took it to California for the C check. This one has what we had been waiting for in a long time. A gps. It is definitely a nice upgrade and makes our life a little easier. Thanks to this somewhat modern gadget, air traffic control is a lot more keen to give us direct to our destination or at least a shortcut, especially in the middle of the night when there are fewer airplanes zooming through the skies. To be honest, this is the type of update I could get used to very quickly. It is amazing the amount of information you can obtain from the system. From the airplane's ground speed to the wind condition at your current altitude or data about the actual trip, through a very well designed interactive display. I guess it is a nice and efficient step between basic VOR navigation and having a flight management system. It definitely kept me entertained for my last few nights hauling freight, as it seemed like time was dragging on very slowly. It did not help either that I actually was feeling under the weather for a few days. Yesterday was my last flight for the company and I was looking forward to it. After a late departure out of Cedar Rapids, we were flying above the weather and under what was almost a full moon. The tail wind was pretty strong and gave me only a short time to appreciate what I have accomplished on this very same run for the past couple years. With Cincinnati in sight, I brought the Embraer softly onto the runway. After a quick taxi to the ramp, the engines went quiet and one last time, I signed off, finally closing this chapter.