I have a beautiful picture of my father holding my two year old daughter and the hand of my five year old son silhouetted looking up at an Eastern airlines DC-9 taken at Gravelly Point in 1972.
Grew up just over the hill from Boeing Plant and "Boeing Field" as it was known in Seattle. Now live two miles west of the end of the Dulles East/West runway. I can tell what time it is down in the basement when the heavies go over. Miss 'em.
Years ago I was glad to see gray hair in the cockpit. Now I am comforted to see any hair at all. An enthusiastic passenger for 72 years. My first flight at age 8,Seattle to Spokane in a DC-3. It was magic until my older brother puked going over the Cascades. Looking forward to my next flight, doesn't matter the destination.