Another Travel Story

This past week has been hell at work.  And then I hear about another Obama promise falling by the wayside (keep your healthcare if you like it – but no one told various companies about that).  So I stepped into the WABAC machine to a simpler time to get away from it all…


Way back in 1988, I found myself on a plane to Portland, Oregon.  Flying out of O’Hare airport was always interesting, but this time, it was unremarkable other than the fact that this was the first time I flew on a 747.  Nice plane – it sure beat the heck out of flying the DC-9s that I had flown up to this point in time.

The trip was rather uneventful and without note until we flew over Yellowstone park and I looked down out of the window.  1988 was the year that Yellowstone burned, and I will tell you that the news reports of so many acres of land that burned that day does nothing to prepare you for looking down from 40,000 feet and seeing nothing but charred land and smoke from horizon to horizon.  It is a sight that I would not forget.

After Yellowstone, it was time for the meal to be served.  In those days, you actually got a meal that was filling and reasonably decent, not the pop & pretzels sans nuts of today’s airline food service.  The intercom clicked on, and the flight attendant (stewardesses in those days) read off the entree choices for the flight.  The attendant stated that they would then come around to take our orders, and the intercom clicked off.  About five seconds later, the intercom clicked back on and a different voice announced,

“It doesn’t matter which entree you choose, they all taste the same.”

imageOf course, we all looked at each other, not really believing what we heard.  But it brought a chuckle to our flight.

The flight also took us past Mount St. Helens.  That was also interesting seeing the great, smoking hole that used to be a mountain top.  Coupled with the previous scene from Yellowstone and now Mount St. Helens, it gave me a renewed appreciation for the power of Nature, and that Man is only an interested passenger on this planet.

It’s a sobering thought, indeed…

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About Tom Roland

EE for 25 Years, Two Patents - now a certified PMP. Married twice, burned once. One son with Asperger's Syndrome. Two cats. Conservative leaning to the Right. NRA Life Member.
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2 Responses to Another Travel Story

  1. Mike says:

    It’s hard to believe that was 30 years ago. Nice pictures when you click Mt.St.Helen’s.

  2. Z says:

    very neat picture…..
    I was just on a flight to Salt Lake CIty and NOBODY could eat the twelve peanuts in the bag because one kid has an allergy.
    On the way home, the pilot came on just before landing and said “Ladies,would you please wipe the lipstick off your plastic cups, we might be able to use them again!” We howled! Apparently, pilots don’t like the lack of service we get nowadays, either!

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