The first flight I remember taking was when I was five, and my parents herded me and my siblings (numbering four kids in total) onto an Eastern Airlines jet to fly down to Florida. This was, of course, back in the days before we had the kind of security we now have at airports. Where you could meet your friends at the gate when their flight arrived, even without a ticket. Where you got real food on aircraft with real utensils and plates, when smoking was permitted on board…
Okay, yes, we’ve established that I’m old. And that a lot’s changed since I was a kid. Continue reading