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aome oi our uiscnci mends naa come to bid us a safe journey. In a flash of an eye, the co-pilot and a security officer were skillfully strapping me in the chair lift and I was taken aboard the Boeing 7 07 United Whisperjet. Our grandson eagerly seated himself by the window. My wife and daughter were seated nearby and my son-in-law, our right-hand man, made certain all seat belts were securely fastened. The “fasten your seat belts,” and “no smoking” signs were suddenly not lit up. We were airborne. The senior stewardess came out of the cockpit and headed to the buffet section. The other three stewardesses were busily going through the oxygen mask routine, after checking each passenger for seat belts. Outside, we could see what looked like a blanket of marshmallows piled high. The stewardess asked for drink orders and answered many questions along the aisles; such as, How fast are we going” “How high are we flying”, And then, “When do we eat”. They managed to satisfy everyone and matched the right people with the right drinks.
Our captain’s voice sounded over the audio system, “You’re flying at 37,000 feet, and from our radio contact, we’re told there’s a storm ahead, so keep your seat belts fastened. Looks like we’re in somebody else’s skies.” United Airlines slogan is “Friendly Skies of United”. In their professional role of commander of a giant commejptial aircraft, they’re fine expert professionals performing a very responsible job.
We hit a pocket of severe turbulence and the aircraft descended a few hundred feet. Then we were traveling smoothly, and we inhaled a free breath. Everyone gradually had his meal tray in front of him and enjoyed a full course dinner. We were pleasantly surprised when the senior stewardess announced each passenger would participate in playing games. All were given balloons and a prize was awarded twice, once to the child and again to the adult blowing the biggest balloon. It was a lot of fun, but we didn’t come away with a prize.
Our first flight together was a bit less than perfect, and after two hours and 45 minutes, we were inside the Denver Stapelton International Airport. Our son, Maury, Jr., his wife, Marilyn, and their two children, met us at the airport. We had another first, the ride in Maury’s camper to their home in Douglass Valley on the grounds of the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. It was a memorable trip, and shortly we settled down in their dining room to a delicious rainbow trout dinner which our son charcoaled outside on the patio grill. It was overcast Sunday morning and we attended the 11 o’clock worship services in the Protestant Cadet Chapel. The services were solemn and impressive. The air outside, and the quiet it offered, were welcome.
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