Plane and Simple

Plane and Simple

I can barely remember my first flight in an airplane. It was a very short flight from the Connellsville Airport in a small plane, probably something like a piper cub. It couldn’t have been much bigger. I remember there was just enough room for the pilot, my dad and for me. It was some special occasion when the airport and pilot were selling rides.

The second flight was in a commercial jet shortly after my induction into the Navy. The memory of the ride in an elevator at the Federal Building in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania was much more stomach lurching to experience than the actual flight to Great Lakes Naval Training Center for boot camp. I was already nervous, but when the elevator lurched upward or dropped downward, I almost lost my lunch.

After boot camp and corps school, I flew to Orlando, Florida. It was my first assignment at the Naval Hospital. It and was before Disneyland opened. The airport was a small L-shaped building with metal gates at each end that pulled down and locked overnight, much like stores at the mall. Orlando didn’t have much of a draw for tourism at that time.

I made several flights home to Pennsylvania during my two year assignment in Orlando, but there was nothing really memorable about them, but when in Florida I was on the lookout for license plates from Pennsylvania. On one trip home I remember my parents driving me home from the airport and thinking to myself, “Wow, there’s another plate from Pennsylvania.” Then I thought, “You dummy. We’re in Pennsylvania.”

The next memorable flight for me was from Florida to Keflavik, Iceland with a layover in St. John’s, Newfoundland. In Iceland a group of corpsmen were fortunate enough to hook up with a physician who needed flight hours to get his commercial license. We’d pool our money to rent a plane and the doctor would fly us at no charge. After flying in jets, the first flight felt as though the smaller plane wasn’t travelling fast enough to stay aloft and felt as though it would surely fall out of the sky. We flew to several places on the island, even crossing over the Arctic Circle to get my “blue nose” certificate. I was also able to fly to several destinations on the island in military transports delivering supplies.

I flew to Philadelphia to be discharged. The heat and humidity in the barracks lacked air conditioning and in August was almost unbearable after the 60 degree weather in Iceland. I was so glad to catch the plane to Pittsburgh and home.

Since then I’ve flown to California with a friend and to Arizona for my son Andrew’s wedding and to Texas.