Mike Isaksen
October 22nd 08, 04:03 AM
Shamelessly clipped and posted:
> Sent: Tuesday, October 21, 2008 8:12 AM
> Subject: In the age of the 707
>
>
> 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 girlymen. 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 harrassment
> 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 "mu-fuggin" 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
> symetrical 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.
>
>
>
>
> Sent: Tuesday, October 21, 2008 8:12 AM
> Subject: In the age of the 707
>
>
> 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 girlymen. 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 harrassment
> 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 "mu-fuggin" 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
> symetrical 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.
>
>
>
>