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I flew from LA to SF in 1973 to visit my grandparents. While not my first time in a plane, this was my first commercial airline trip.
It may have been because my Mother was Spanish, and I was going to see our/my relatives alone for the first time, but she insisted that I was resplendent in khakis, white shirt, tie and a blue blazer.
So, for the most part, was everyone else.
I did give a gang sign on boarding, however.
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1996 FJ80.
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