You know you're an old-school Californian if you remember the much beloved-airline PSA (Pacific Southwest Airlines).
I was eight years old the first time I flew (on PSA, and by myself, I might add) from SFO to BUR (San Francisco - Burbank, for those unfamiliar with airline codes). When we landed, they drove the stairs up to the plane and we exited on the tarmac. I absolutely loved that (very glamorous, I thought) and understand it's one of the few airports in the U.S. that still does this.
Oh, and how about those Stewardess uniforms. Hot Pants and Go-Go Boots? No wonder those planes were all painted with a smile on the front.
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