[GH85Carrera]

I vividly remember asking for the non smoking section of the airplane, and the row behind mine was the smoking section. All the smokers were huffing and puffing and blowing the stinky dang smoke right up front. It was like sitting in a bar, it sucked big time. No magic barrier, just the cabin air.

One of my earliest memories was our epic long flight to Hawaii in 1959 in a C-54. 14 hours of unpressurized, 10,000 ft altitude, sitting facing the tail of the airplane. Nothing to see out the windows except endless waves. At one point I asked my mom, "is this where we live now" I seemed like eternity too me. I was a little kid, and it was torture. Dad was in full uniform. Mom was in a fancy dress, gloves, high heels, fancy hat and dressed like she was attending a fancy wedding. We landed in the territory of Hawaii and I was there when it became a state, another early memory.