My first plane trip — looking for a ticket north

It’s late February 1989. 

Supreme Leader of Iran Ayatollah Khomeini places a $3 million bounty on the head of The Satanic Verses author Salman Rushdie. President George H. Bush attends the funeral of Japanese Emperor Hirohito, before meeting with China’s Deng Xiaoping and South Korea’s Roh Tae-woo. The Dallas Cowboys fire coach Tom Landry after a 29-year career with the team. 

I’m a junior in college. I have only a few pennies in my pocket, but my girlfriend and I figure out a way to go on a spring break trip to Fort Myers, Florida in the southwest corner of the state. Many of our friends are heading to traditional Spring Break havens – Daytona, Fort Lauderdale, and Key West. We’ll be staying with her grandparents in a quiet retirement community, but we aren’t too picky. We need a break from classes and figure that some time in sun-soaked Florida — to steal a phrase from the late 80s — “will be just the ticket.”

Time for Takeoff

Saturday, February 25: We board an Eastern Airlines plane and fly out of Philadelphia International Airport. We land three hours later in Florida. It’s my first plane trip. I remember being wide-eyed the entire time, from liftoff to landing, amazed that the flight attendant offered us a soda and a bag of pretzels.

Before we even came up with the idea of flying to Florida, however, the wheels were well in motion. Eastern Airlines faces severe labor unrest. With labor negotiations with the Machinists Union going nowhere fast in early January, the National Mediation Board sets up a 30-day cooling off period, at the end of which management could either enforce a contract, or labor could strike.

Thursday, March 2: My girlfriend and I spend our time relaxing near the pool at the complex. The retirement community is rather large, but we have the pool to ourselves. The water seems to shimmer in the sun and is the bluest of blues. Soon, though, things will get dark, very dark and cloudy.

In one last-ditch effort to keep the airline flying, Eastern offers the pilots union a new labor contract in which they were guaranteed jobs and pay raises. This deal includes provisions that if Eastern were declared bankrupt or merged into Continental, its sister airline, the contract would be void.

No flights in, no flights out

Saturday, March 4: Things get real. At 12:01 a.m., Eastern’s Pilots and Flight Attendants walked out in a sympathy strike to support the machinists strike. We’re supposed to head back to home, but when we call Eastern’s phone number, no flights are coming or going. We’re stuck in paradise.

Hmmm, well, I guess class will have to wait?

Tuesday, March 7: Finally, we get our flight changed to another airline, I forget which one all these years later, but I clearly remember flying back home and making my way back to my room. I miss a day and a half of classes. Most of my professors are fine with me missing class. One professor laughs when I tell her about the Eastern strike and being stuck in Florida, another gives me a dirty look like he doesn’t believe me, but both let me off without too much trouble.

Eastern’s employees don’t fair as well.

Eastern’s Pilots held the line for another 280 days, but when they finally voted to return to work at the end of November, there were no jobs to return to. In fact, less than three years later, Eastern ceased to exist. 

The strike marked the end of Eastern, but was the beginning of my love of flying. I’ve never lost the childlike wonderment of being in one city at 9:30 in the morning and, within a couple of hours, being in another city nearly a thousand miles away — all thanks to flying.

Yes, I’ll never forget my first plane trip.

15 thoughts on “My first plane trip — looking for a ticket north

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  1. So glad you were able to make that trip (and get back again, albeit a bit late). It sounds like a memorable experience that you won’t forget, especially as it was your first ever flight. Believe it or not, I’ve only ever flown once (to Spain from the UK), but that was when I was younger. I’ve often thought about flying out to Melbourne, Australia, to see my sister and brother-in-law, but a) I can’t afford it, b) I don’t have the courage, and c) It would be too scary as a wheelchair user if I were travelling alone. Do you have any plans for future flights, although you’ve probably flown many times since the date that you wrote this piece? ✈

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    1. Yes, it’s so expensive!!!!! My experience is pretty similar to you. I’ve had to fly a few times for work and just a couple times for pleasure. Flying was top of mind, because I had to fly for work recently. It’s always been so expensive. Plus, in the US, we’ve tended to drive. No big plans for trips coming up … but would love to go somewhere warm in the winter if we could swing it. Yes, would love to hear more about your wheelchair challenges (if you haven’t already blogged about it outside of your recent tow issues). I’m sure you could write a book!

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      1. It would be lovely to go somewhere warmer in the winter, I agree. Having said that, there’s not a lot of chance of that with me. Perhaps, you’ll be able to get away, though. The topic of my wheelchair sometimes comes into one of my general posts, so it’s difficult to pick any out right now. However, my most recent post about him (I say him as the wheelchair I had at the time of writing that was called George). I had Ollie after him, and I now have Alfie. No different to naming a car, I guess. I wrote about my adventures on a holiday a few years ago – if you’d like you can read it here (hope this works) – https://elliethompson.uk/2022/04/15/sunnier-climes-part-2-the-pier/. Thank you for asking.

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  2. Lovely trip to/in the past. It makes a piece of history all the more tangible. My sister got stuck with us in China when the icelandic volcano erupted. I’ll never forget its name (though I couldn’t spell it to save my life 😉)

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    1. Wow, that had to be interesting waiting to see when they could leave. In my situation, it was a great lesson on attitude. I remember being full of worry and then realizing, “hey, I’m in Florida. The weather is great. I’ll get back . . . maybe not when I want, but I’ll eventually get back, enjoy it while I can.” It’s funny sometimes how life gets in the way of our travel plans.

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