Pan-Am

My mother was a Pan-Am stew, back in the 1950's. Back when they were the glamour gals of the airline world. Not to mention when air travel was a very refined, and enjoyable experience.
Then she met my father, a UAL pilot, and well, there I was. Pan-Am frowned on their stews getting pregnant, let alone getting married to the competition, so that was the end of her career. To the day she died, she wore the make-up, nice clothes, all that good stuff.

A real good friend of my parents, and his family, were Pan-Am, too. He started out as a pilot, but was diagnosed with narcolepsy. Kinda ended HIS career as a pilot, fast, but he stayed on a Scheduler. Until he retired. Kinda unique experience for a kid, sitting there listening to my folks and him chit-chat, and suddenly he was asleep...

Yeah, we were very UAL through the years, obviously, but Pan-Am was real familiar as well. As was American, and Learjet, but those are different stories for another day.

Thank you for the post, Naismith! I just wish my mother was still around to see it :)
Pat☺