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Getting the band back together
The above scene was captured by a Life magazine photog on New Years Day in 1965.
These days, you would get half as good of service in first or business class. Back then, this was coach.
In the wake of full body screening and checked baggage fee-for-alls, let alone post-9/11 paranoia and carrier merger hell, Life decided to remind us of a simpler life in simpler times. The glory and halcyon days of mystical flying machines. Don Draper was your captain and his little pretties attended to your every need. No shoe bombers, no eight-hour waits on a hot tarmac, no picket lines, no Cinnabon, no Orbitz, no self-check kiosks or air marshals or shitty customer service.
Just Scotch. And some light headwinds, folks, we'll slice through it like butter. Enjoy your flight and, of course, the Filet.
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