Flying Hobo

In 1973 I first traveled by air, I was 19 and went to LA for a meeting. I have Taco Bell to thank for that wonder. I still remember the exact smell and feel of LA. It is no longer there, I don't know if the air is cleaner or dirtier, but the smell is different, and I no longer feel the electricity of night time in LA.

It was a 707, the workhorse of the time. The experience was magic, and no one considered it a hassle. Tickets were printed, and you better not misplace them, the number of copies boggled the mind, and the Stewardesses all were happy and attractive. Or so it seemed.

My lust for far flung places was ignited, and has not yet abated. Travel has certainly changed, as have the destinations. You can never return to recapture, for life is a river, you never step into the same water twice.