Monday, October 06, 2008
So I Remember when......
I remember when as a freshman in college, taking my first ever plane flight - private, prop plane, window seat, not exactly elegant, more utilitarian than luxurious - an exciting and memorable flight. (I was a University of Oklahoma cheerleader at the time and along with 5 others, we were being flown to an "away" football game against Notre Dame.) The point for this post's purposes is though - first flight very exciting!
A few years later, not that much later, as a young spouse I was invited along on a husband's business trip, once more a private plane, albeit smaller but more elegantly appointed. I was in my "makin' my own clothes mode" then, and I actually "made up" some gosh awful looking outfit that I thought was appropriate for the wife of a young executive. Oh horrors, when I think of THAT getup! But the point again, the flying was exciting, seductive, just too, too much.
As the years went by, I became accustomed to quite a lot of air travel, some private but mostly commercial flights. Having lived in Hong Kong for several years, many of the flights were between Hong Kong, the States, Europe, and a lot of eastern Asia.
Those were First Class days, with a company picking up the tab. First Class days with big luxurious seats, tray tables set with linen cloths, selections of food served on porcelain dishes, wine and water in real glassware, individual salt and pepper shakers and always a small orchid gracing the setting. Separate yummy dessert plates were offered with an assortment of after dinner drinks. Pillows and blankets were in abundance, current movies, comfortable headsets and leg rests that could be easily raised and lowered. Beautiful, gigantic Pan Am planes circled the globe at all times to all destinations and I was on many of those flights. There were no security lines, no exaggerated limit on creams, lotions, or for that matter even carry-ons - there had yet been no heinous, debilitating terror to have brought about each passenger's wary suspicion towards their fellow passengers. So, I remember when flying was an occasion to be anticipated with eagerness, comfort, a bit of exhilaration.
I have been brought to these early remembrances of the good old days by recent flights from the Western Coast of the US to the Eastern Coast. Yes, I remember when flying was an adventure, relaxing, sort of fun; when travelers dressed in something besides jeans and tee-shirts, when......
I had planned to outline details of my recent flights but mustering up the memory felt like a lot of whiney complaining, so I'm going to leave it up to you to reflect on what your personal experience of flight is these days.....using these words and phrases to perhaps nudge your memory along - "We're offering the $6.00 grey box today. Crackers/cheese, chips, cookies and raisins for only $6.00. No, I'm sorry we don't offer pillows anymore. Magazines? Only the airline magazine. There are no movies on this flight....."
Yes, I remember when flying was an adventure, exhilarating - how 'bout you - are you old enough to remember the good ol' days?