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I think I was around for some of the last higher end International Service. In 1988/89, flying to/from India/Pakistan, I was in First Class. The meals were wheeled around each plate was served. Roast beef was cut in front of you.
By the end of 1989, it was all gone. The flight crews were replaced with "local" crews who didn't know anything about wine (Muslim).
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James
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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