I once with difficulty got a ticket on Turkish Airlines Jeddah to Adana. The plane, a B-727, was loaded with Hajis. I shared the three-seater space with a Turk family, a father, mother and a nine year-old daughter, the daughter on the lap of her mother. After take-off the mother wanted a cigarette but was having problems lighting it, so I offered to take the girl on my lap. She sat on my lap for the rest of the way. Girl loved it!
From reading all these contributions, I have gotten to know what real tweets are. Most are seemingly inane, meaningless and off the subject. I think there should be a minimum of words to put down before it's accepted for publication. Say 50. You can do it.
It was June 1973 I flew on a PamAm Boeing-747, Flight 2, from Bangkok to Hong Kong by first heading south over the Gulf of Thailand, then east and north, avoiding Vietnam. I did it again after the war by being able to fly direct BKK to HKG, the second time seeing huge craters in the Vietnam countryside from bombs dropped by Boeing-52s. It was a green moonscape.
There comes a time when car keys and airplane keys have to be taken away from old folks before they get into real trouble. My mother was 92 when she finally agreed to leave the driving to me. Giving up driving and/or flying is not easy, but giving up a car is the worst.
The headline by Jace Larson can be read two ways. Both are correct. The screws obviously worked themselves free of the wing perhaps due to vibration over time. Loose screws happen.
I am having a hard time believing this, as I doubt a teen-age girl with greasy blond hair sitting with a well-dressed older man would necessarily attract attention. And exchanging notes in the toilet with a flight attendant is too much. I read it as fake news.
Goa, for those of you who may not know of it, was a Portuguese colony on the west coast of India on the Arabian Sea dating from the 16th Century. It, along with its two other parts, Damon and Diu, was forcibly incorporated into India in 1961.
