Me on a plane in 1975. On an Eastern Airliner on my way to Disney World from Boston. I am in awe that something so large can liftoff. I am old enough to be a little frightened but mostly I am fascinated by my surroundings. A tray that folds down out of a seat. The little light above me says fasten seat belts and no smoking. Once we are parallel with the ground, the light goes out, and I hear a familiar strike of matches, click of lighters. Then the collective exhale of happiness. Next I notice curls of smoke traveling from around a blue curtain as if the front cabin is on fire. As the smoke pours into my lungs, I continue to read my book, A Wrinkle In Time.
something so large can liftoff. I am old enough to not care if this is it, but a little frightened I may have left the coffee pot on. I quickly notice this is a new plane. The lights above my head say fasten seatbelts and turn off all electronics. When we are at cruising altitude, the light goes out and I hear thousands of small electronic devices sing their way to life. I also hear a collective sigh from passengers who are all back to normal in front of tiny screens. I go back to reading my old fashioned book, Empire of The Summer Moon.