Tag Archives: Flying

Boy were they happy.

  Flying the boys home. November 1973 Sheba our three-year-old daughter and myself were flying on what they called a MAC flight from Honolulu.  The flight, on a PanAm 747 was mostly loaded with US Marines coming back from Vietnam.  A joyous flight for sure. To back up, Sheba was back then an employee ofContinue reading “Boy were they happy.”

I’ll watch the bag. You go pee.

  After celebrating Christmas with the In-laws on the mainland. Wife and I were sitting in the waiting area at the San Francisco airport or SFO.  Waiting on our plane to depart going back to Honolulu to our island home.  Then a distinguished swarthy looking middle eastern man in a nice gray tailored suit andContinue reading “I’ll watch the bag. You go pee.”