I had big plans for this holiday Monday off to get one of the four amenity kits several generous readers sent me reviewed, but alas… the sun isn’t cooperating here in Northern Nevada to capture decent pictures of the next kit in line for a review.
I’ve instead decided to embarrass myself and post a picture of me on my first flight ever that I recently scanned from my parent’s photo album. The year was 1982 and I was nine years old heading from Chicago to Phoenix with my family at Easter time for a visit with relatives.
I distinctly remember barely being able to sleep the night before out of excitement. We flew American Airlines that day on a 727 and my grandmother who lived with us was in a wheelchair, so we got the first two rows of coach – she’s pictured below in the bulkhead window seat with my Mom next to her, while my brother and I (why the hell did he get the window seat?) were behind them as my Dad took the picture.
Firstly, let me acknowledge I was indeed wearing a bolo tie and a cowboy hat with a ridiculous feather attached. But also notice I had “wings” pinned on my shirt, so I must have visited the cockpit (I completely don’t remember that, or the flight attendants gave me one anyway). And I wasn’t buck-toothed, so I have no idea why I’m smiling like that.
My Mom and brother will hate me for posting this, but ah heck… it’s a piece of memorabilia and it might be interesting for others to see how American’s cabins looked in the early 1980s. Those red seats are atrocious in retrospect and the headrest covers look disgusting, but that could just be the photo quality at the time (and my scan).
Most memorable for me, however, was our trip back. We flew a DC-10 and it instantly became my favorite aircraft at the time. It remains my second most favorite airliner after the 747. There were no photos of us on the way home, sadly.
Happy Memorial Day everyone!
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