Back in the 70s I used to fly to Connecticut out of National pretty often.
New Haven Airways, baby. No puddle too small...
My very first flight every was on a chartered puddle jumper. I was managing a Hess gas station in Richmond VA during the Odd/Even days of the gas crisis (heck of a job for a 20 year old kid.) Before that mess hit, they had a manager's meeting at the Playboy Club in Great Gorge, NJ (yeh, the good ol' days. Godfrey Cambrigde was GREAT in person.) The puddle jumper picked a bunch of us up at various airports in central and southeast coastal Virginia, then we flew north. This was the middle of winter in the middle of a snow storm.
You could see the cockpit and the snow pelting the windshield. It was a real roller coaster ride...we would get swept way upwards then BOOM!! the bottom would fall out, over and over and over again. Some of the guys got drunk beforehand and brought bottles with them. Needless to say, that didn't end well, either on the plane or in the limos that picked us up in Jersey.
Every commercial flight I've had throughout my career was uneventful by comparison, regardless of what storm we flew through.