Alfred M. Scattergood, III |
| Posted 2021-03-09 by Michele Scattergood |
| Alfred Middleton Scattergood, III 9/25/1956 - 11/11/2020 Survived by his wife Michele and two sons Henry and Hayden, sister Debbie (Chastain) and niece Marguerite. Written by Al's longtime friend Mike Whitman: Hello Everyone, I’ve been trying to write this for 2 weeks. Every time I write something, I can’t seem to find the appropriate words. So I’m just going to start. We lost our most senior Capt, and one of my dearest friends recently. If you spend enough time with anyone you get to know them. Some you know and like professionally . Some you become acquaintances. Some you grow to know and love very much. You become close friends. Al fits the last category completely. I’ve known Al since he came here in Dec of ’87. We were based in ABQ together with only 20 or so pilots there. Everyone liked him immediately! As I recall, he had intended to move on after building “time” but like many of us with the same aspirations, we found a home here at Mesa, and stayed. As I said, you get to know people well over the years. Al was easy to get to know and even better, he was just fun to be around. The “Life of the Party” was an apt description for Al. Things really didn’t get going until he arrived and “ramped up” the energy. We flew together often back then. We knew a lot about each other. I did his Upgrade Ride in the 1900. His IOE in the Brasilia. We were Ejet partners for the Initial Cadre. We did CRJ deliveries from Ireland. He’s been in the Training Dept. as a Line Check Pilot for as long as I can remember. I’ve shared dozens of experiences with him outside work. Back in the FMN days, after the ABQ base closed, we went fishing on the San Juan River a few times. We attended many “celebrations” and “social events”. Through all of that time, the man always smiled, always laughed, was always happy and had an infamous “Al” stories. No one who knows Al hasn’t heard an “Al” story. And, of course, during all that time, brushing his fingers across both sides of his nose, earning the endearing nick name and Call-Sign…Snuffy. Al went to RAP on the Brasilia, later becoming a Dash 8 base. We’d catch up in DEN on breaks and trips to the UA cafeteria. You always knew when he was airborne. His distinctive voice on the radio was his Calling Card. Then there was “Air Shuttles ”. I asked him a hundred years ago why he said that. “ That’s the way we did it when I was a Controller! “ There’s is so much to say about Al, all of it good, much of it funny. He was very dedicated to teaching new pilots, and old ones. Everyone learned when they flew with Al. Including the best places to eat on ANY overnight! I was astounded by the places he found in the most unlikely places. These days, I would imagine most of you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting or spending time with Al, which is why I wanted to give you a little taste. Speaking of taste, Al became an extraordinary BBQ and Smoked Anything Cook. We always asked for a taste of his latest experiment. All of them eagerly anticipated. He’d leave baggy’s with something in them in the Breakroom Frig. If you didn’t get your baggy quickly, someone else did! No one cared what was in because it was always incredible! For those who knew Al, we will miss all that he was. All that he gave. All that we lost. Michele, Al’s wife and their two boys Henry and Hayden are having a Celebration of Al’s Life, outside across from their house, on Saturday, January 16 at 14:00. Come and meet them! As you might think, they are all “Al”. I knew when I met Michele, Al had found his partner in crime! We had some great times at the company parties! |
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