IN THE SOUP

Bright sunshine and a magnificent view disappeared as the twin engine Piper Seneca descended into the white blanket covering the eastern seaboard. The dense, widespread cloud cover had been generated by an approaching cold front, and the reported weather at my destination on Long Island was a six hundred foot ceiling and one mile visibility, above the landing minimums, which didn’t mean the actual weather matched the report, or might not change for the worse before my arrival. A dark grey coc...