My Dad was a pilot back in the "glory days" of flying....flew for TWA, retired in 1981.

His last ten years based at LAX flying seven-fours to Heathrow.

I still have fond childhood memories of going on trips with the old man, sitting in first class, being doted on by the FAs who fixed me Sangria (my age at the time of my trips...13-16), walking up the spiral staircase, hanging out in da lounge, knocking on the cockpit door, walking into the cockpit (this was the 70s), sitting in the ACM seat during approach, watching the old man grease the 747 at Heathrow...

He was bigger than life on those trips. Pilots were gods back then.

Those were the days, huh?