Flying to San Diego became a frequent event for us from that June 1967 trip on. Even after we got our cars, we would sometimes sit in the parking lot of East L.A. Junior College, watching the planes flying toward LAX in the distance over the L.A. Basin, and one of us would soon chant, "Airport! Airport!" The other would be instantly persuaded. We'd then pool our available cash and take a flight to San Diego, just to sit at the airport restaurant counter and have one of their massive hot-fudge Sundays. The photograph above is likely from Spring 1967, when we just took pictures at LAX. The below photograph might have been of the United Airlines stretch DC-8-61 that we took on one weekend excursion to San Diego. The aircraft had just flown in from Hawaii, so there were leis strewn about the cabin, and there were very few passengers flying on to San Diego with us. I honestly do not recall that we ever had reservations for any of our flights, even to San Francisco later. We'd just show up, buy two tickets, and board. The fares were no different if we'd made reservations or not.
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