I’m on my way to Omaha for a meeting and I wish I could say that I was as excited about my flight as young Joan Wilson was about hers:
Bonus: I don’t really like Terminal B very much.
Flying in 1934 was exclusive, not like today’s like a bus ride but less room flying. Where was she going, and why?
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