One more post about flying. Unlike last week, this post is not about the differences between flying as Paul and Paula. Today, I want to talk about the differences between flying in the 70s and in the 20s. And yes, the differences are a lot greater than the differences between a YS-11 and an Airbus 321Neo. Is anyone else still alive who knows what a YS-11 is, or what US airlines flew it? Well other than the one pictured here, I mean.
Things I remember: They used to serve a hot breakfast to all 74 people aboard an Allegheny BAC 1-11 on the flight between LaGuardia and Buffalo. It was pancakes with butter and real maple syrup, a cheese and bacon omelet, and fruit, all included in the price of the ticket, for everyone on the plane. This on what was, on one particular January day in 1976, a 58-minute flight. I was in the first row and the flight attendants were talking about what an accomplishment it was to pull that off in 58 minutes. They were excited, not sad or angry with management for doing that to them.
Not long after that I was flying on the same airline on a one-stop from Buffalo to Detroit to Cincinnati. You stopped in Detroit, but didn’t get off. Some folks got off, but they were the ones going to Detroit. Most folks were going on to Cincinnati. The flight had been delayed in Buffalo on account of a mechanical problem. Not a bad delay mind you, just a half hour. (It didn’t take a long time to write up repairs back then.) But the shift manager came over to the gate agent and said, I’ll sign off on free drinks for everyone. So, on our way to DTW, there were free drinks for everyone. Well, if you were over 21, which I was by about four years. I didn’t drink, but still, it was a marvelous gesture.
Last week, when we waited almost two hours for a mechanic to fill out the logbook on the repair he’d made (I wrote about that last week,) we didn’t get free drinks, or even water and a granola bar. And I was in first class. After we finally got to SFO the captain said, “Sorry about the delay in Dallas.” Apparently, that was the extent of the airline’s concern.
Here’s another thing folks did back in the day. They looked out the window of the airplane. On my flight from DFW to SFO last week, there were five rows of first class with 20 people. I was on the aisle in the first row – 1D, my usual seat. No one had their windows open – from pushback to landing – not one person. Everyone had their eyes on their phone or tablet. Every single one. Even I was reading a book on my phone, though I would rather have been looking out the window. The Rockies are beautiful to fly over, and it was a perfectly clear day, or so I heard later from the folks back home, because I couldn’t tell, window shades being closed and all.
If you’re flying over the Ohio or Missouri rivers, you can see how they turn back on themselves 180 degrees time and again. The Army Core of Engineers straightened out the Missouri and ruined the Mississippi for 100 miles with silt from the Missouri. Turns out there’s a reason rivers turn back on themselves 180 degrees. It’d be best to trust their flow. It is fascinating to see when and where a river makes its detours. It’s not concerned about hurrying the trip. It knows where it’s going, and knows it’ll eventually get there. I’m sure you can google during your flight where rivers are going. Or you can look out the window, you know, the one that’s closed.
Things I never saw on an airplane in the 70s or 80s: someone taking their shoes off; people getting into a fight because the person in front of them reclined their seat; people yelling at a flight attendant; flight attendants talking loudly in the galley; flight attendants slamming overhead bins shut (there is actually a way to quietly close them. Just fly an Asian carrier and you’ll see.) And now I’m sounding like Tom Hanks in the movie Otto.
Back before Jimmy Carter deregulated the airlines, it wasn’t unusual to be on a flight with seven or eight other people. It was wonderful, with lots of space and personalized attention. Airlines made a profit. Airline executives weren’t hell bent on not leaving a dollar on the table. Gate agents could give you an upgrade just because they felt like it.
I had a friend who was the station manager for USAir at Long Island Islip airport. She quit her job when America West took over and told her she couldn’t give upgrades anymore. She said, “If I can’t reward our best customers, then why am I here?” She was old school. So was her successor, who retired not long ago. I’d known both of them for decades – salt of the earth kinds of people.
Some things are better than they were thirty years ago. My Apple MacBook Air with its M2 chip and 1080p camera is state of the art, though there is still a special place in my heart for my first Mac PowerBook. That thing was a tank. We took it on outdoor television shoots at 17 below zero and it still fired up.
Well, I’m done complaining like an old man. “But you’re a woman,” you say. Yeah, that’s true, but I still have a Y chromosome.
And so it goes.