I think I spent $25 of my parent's hard-earned money to fly in a DC3 around Laramie, WY for 30 minutes when I was out of high school. My first jet flight was in 1960 from Houston to JFK on Braniff in a Boeing 707. The thrill of that experience was tempered when I experienced Barotrauma (excruciating ear pain on descent) that has plagued me ever since. I wish I could travel by boat and train, but it's just not practical.
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