> > At John Wayne, we caught a commuter plane and they put us on what passes for a seat, again with a window. You are never very far from a window on those little cigar planes, and you always bump your head at least twice, but the view was fantastic! We took off west, circled over the Pacific, coming back in over Long beach. Then we circled low and slow over the city to land toward the west at LAX. It might have lasted 15 minutes.
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> Hey, that was me down there, waving fat quarters of quilting fabric at your plane, in hopes that Mrs. Howard might want to stop & swap. Guess she didn't see me.

It's strange, but I know a few people who were in L.A. about that time, and I remember wondering if any of them noticed a small airplane flying over. And wouldn't it surprise them if they knew it was me.
Then I guess I had a little Twilight Zone moment when I read your post.
Howard