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OUT ON THE RUNWAY

The East Village lays west of the East River. I loved their with the hillbilly girlfriend in 1978. Alice was a little bit country and a lot of David Bowie. Insomnia was a family trait and my mind wandered the world before dawn In the tenement apartment I marveled at the marble whiteness of her […]

The Free World

Back in December of 1981 I showed up late at JFK for a Pan-Am flight to Boston. “No worries.” The young clerk picked up the phone. “The plane is still on the tarmac. We’ll drive you out to it.” “Really?” I couldn’t believe my good luck. “We aim to serve.” I followed him out of […]

Flying For Fun PAN AM

Pan-Am was America’s airline, connecting the north and south continents, then island hopping across the Pacific to Manila and then straddling the Atlantic to London and Paris. I flew them often to Boston from New York back in the 1970s. The service wasn’t up to the fabled clipper class of the past, but they got […]