Mike took the picture of me, sitting in the back row of the DC-8. It wasn't a full flight since the aircraft was flying to San Diego before heading east, probably to Houston, so we could sit wherever we wanted. I stared down at the Pacific Ocean so long and so intently during the flight that I became airsick just before we landed. But I had no such problems when we flew back from San Diego that evening on a Delta Airlines DC-8. We would begin to check the flight schedules to find different airlines and aircraft so we would fly as many different ways as we could book over the next couple of years before we both bought cars and then drove to San Diego on a Saturday or Sunday, just to get out of town for a day.
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