Just Plane Memories

I can remember a few times in my childhood where airplanes and airports really stood out:

• Going to meet my cousin Esther at--I think it was--Friendship Airport (what is now Baltimore/Washington International Airport)? All I know is, there I stood on the tarmac and here comes this big airplane pulling in. . .and its propellers were blasting sand or whatever in our faces.
• Going on a TWA Boeing 707 on my first airplane ride to California to visit my grandmother. I remember that TWA gave us kids some plastic reusable stickers that we enjoyed playing with on the plane and afterwards. They also gave my sister and me a set of captains wings (a pin).
• 1978.....going on a trip around the world. I had never been out of the USA before, and we went to Malaysia to visit my cousins who were living there at the time. That meant a long ride in a 747 to London, a jump to Rotterdam, a jump to Paris, a jump to Geneva. An overland trip via rental car and train to Vienna, a jump to Rome, and a long flight to Bombay. Then a jump to Kuala Lumpur, and a jump to Penang. A jump up to Hong Kong, then to Tokyo, and then to Honolulu, Los Angeles and back to the east coast.

More later...