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airbrush

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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!
 
Look around, this entire country has gone to crap. Between the hippies and generation ME, this place is barely fit for the dogs and at this pace in about 2 more generations won't be fit for the flies.
 
Look around, this entire country has gone to crap. Between the hippies and generation ME, this place is barely fit for the dogs and at this pace in about 2 more generations won't be fit for the flies.

So, you'll be moving to Panama soon?
 
"Stay thirsty my friends!"
 
And pilots were pilots because they liked flying airplanes, when they were not flying airplanes they hung around the airport and talked about flying airplanes. F/O's lived on starvation wages. Pilots made a modest living until the introduction of Jets which moved the airlines into cash cows they became in the 60's under regulation.
 
...........and then deregulation happened. Even your most hard lined republican pilot has to admit that taking away regulation made this job less of what it once was.
 
While I would love to get rid of track suits and pajamas on passengers and about 40 years and pounds from the FAs, don't forget that generation ME has some heroes too.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Tillman
 

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