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First time I flew was in 1969. I do remember we had a stop somewhere between Chicago and Houston. We didn't need to change flights, so the Stewardesses took care of us. The Pilot let me sit in the cockpit. I was 4 years old. Pretty cool.
Couple of other things from the trip:
Chicago had those early black and white TV phones. We played with those while waiting for our flight.
A person with very long hair passed us and I asked my mother why the lady had a beard...
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The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the engineer adjusts the sails.- William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)
Red-beard for President, 2020
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