In the Age of the 707....
>
Those were the good ole
> days. Pilots back then
> were men that didn't want to be women
or girly
> men. Pilots all knew who
> Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank
coffee, whiskey,
> smoked cigars and
> didn't wear digital watches.
>
>
> They carried their own
> suitcases and brain bags
> like the real men that they were.
Pilots didn't
> bend over into the crash
> position multiple times each day in
front of the
> passengers at security so
> that some Gov't agent could probe for
tweezers or
> fingernail clippers or
> too much toothpaste.
>
>
> Pilots did not go through
> the terminal
> impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch
of golf clubs,
> computers, guitars,
> and feed bags full of tofu and granola
on a
> sissy-trailer with no hat and
> granny glasses hanging on a pink string
around their
> pencil neck while
> talking to their personal trainer on
the cell
> phone!!!
>
>
>
> Being an Airline Captain
> was as good as being the
> King in a Mel Brooks movie. All the
Stewardesses
> (aka. Flight Attendants)
> were young, attractive, single women
that were proud
> to be combatants in
> the sexual revolution. They didn't have
to turn
> sideways, grease up and
> suck it in to get through the cockpit
door. They
> would blush and say thank
> you when told that they looked good,
instead of
> filing a sexual harassment
> claim. Junior Stewardesses shared a
room and talked
> about men.... with no
> thoughts of substitution.
>
>
> Passengers wore nice
> clothes and were polite,
> they could speak AND understand
English. They
> didn't speak gibberish or
> listen to loud gangsta rap on their
IPods. They
> bathed and didn't smell
> like a rotting pile of garbage in a
jogging suit and
> flip-flops. Children
> didn't travel alone, commuting between
trailer
> parks. There were no
> mongolhordes asking for a seatbelt
extension or a
> Scotch and grapefruit
> juice cocktail with a twist.
>
>
> If the Captain wanted to
> throw some offensive,
> ranting jerk off the airplane, it was
done without
> any worries of a
> lawsuit or getting fired.
>
>
> Axial flow engines
> crackled with the sound of
> freedom and left an impressive black
smoke trail like
> a locomotive burning
> soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once
the throttles
> were pushed up they
> were left there, after all it was the
jet age and the
> idea was to go fast
> (run like a lizard on a hardwood
floor). Economy
> cruise was something in
> the performance book, but no one knew
why or where it
> was. When the
> clacker went off no one got all tight
and scared
> because Boeing built it
> out of iron, nothing was going to fall
off and that
> sound had the same
> effect on real pilots then as Viagra
does now for
> those new age guys.
>
>
>
> There was very little
> plastic and no composites
> on the airplanes or the Stewardesses'
pectoral
> regions. Airplanes and
> women had eye pleasing symmetrical
curves, not a
> bunch of ugly vortex
> generators, ventral fins, winglets,
flow diverters,
> tatoos, rings in their
> nose, tongues and eyebrows.
>
>
> Airlines were run by men
> like C.R. Smith and Juan
> Trippe who had built their companies
virtually from
> scratch, knew many of
> their employees by name and were
lifetime airline
> employees
> themselves...not pseudo financiers and
bean counters
> who flit from one
> occupation to another for a few bucks,
a better
> parachute or a fancier
> title, while fervently believing that
they are a
> class of beings unto
> themselves.
>
>
> And so it was back
> then....and never will be
> again!
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