You might be Old School if you remember when flying was fun.
I can remember flying TWA from San Francisco to New York. The stewardesses wore paper dresses and served hand carved prime rib from a cart. And the drinks just kept coming.
PS
And thats when I was a teenager. I could fill the tank of my '59 Ford police interceptor with twin 4 barrel carbs (uncle was a car dealer) for 3 bucks.
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