My Dad flew everywhere on business, so I remember the trips to the airport to drop him off or pick him up. We always parked and the whole family went into the terminal. What an exciting place!

Sometimes we went to the observation deck outside where we could watch Dad board or disembark while he waved and we all waved back. If he was coming home, we would all race to the gate to meet him. No security to spoil the day back then.

On his flights he always got a travel bag with the airline logo on it, playing card, stationery, and wings.

Years later, my Dad and I were invited into the cockpit flying into Hong Kong on the checkerboard approach.