The way it was.....

My first ever time on a plane was in July 1967 flying to Ft. Campbell, Ky. for Army basic training at age 17.

I flew quite a bit (as a passenger) while in the military, working overseas and vacations but after crashing in a float plane while on a fishing trip in Canada I haven't set foot in a plane since the 90's and have no intentions of doing so ever again......for now if I can't get there on wheels in a boat or by rail I ain't going.
 
Those were the days!

Flying used to feel special now it's worse than ridin' the dog!

Greyhound, the early years!

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...and you dressed up. Men wore suits, women wore dresses. In 1957, my grandparents took me out to California to visit my uncle. I was 10 years old and I wore a dress, a matching jacket, black patent leather shoes with white socks, white gloves and my Easter hat. Grandpa was in a suit and Grandma wore her best suit with her fur piece.

I remember the "stewardess" (who looked very glamorous) giving me a little box of Chicklets and my grandfather was given a small box of cigarettes.
 

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