3.1 July 2, 1967 New York

 Dear Grammy and Grandpa, (Barb's folks from Amy)

I had a very nice time on the jet. The stewardesses were nice, and they all said good-bye when we left. Good-bye.

Love, Amy


Dear Grammy and Grandpa,

    How are things your way? Over here its' foggy. I think it's going to rain but so far all we've had is three drops.

    I'll tell you about our trip over. We left the airport at Boise at 8:30 am and flew to Salt Lake City. Rivers looked like twisted Christmas tree Icicles, lakes looked like tin foil, and canyons like brown lines. Mountains looked like they do in a bumpy map. At Salt Lake City we changed jets. Flight 106 was an older jet but they told us what we were flying over. The Denver airport was stupendous. The ramp ways came out to meet the plane and never touched the ground. From there we boarded Flight 352. It was a newer model jet. Near the tail were two tables with chairs which faced each other around them.

    We also landed in Nebraska and Chicago, but we didn't get off. At Nebraska it seemed we were going to land in a hay field. And we did. The runway was in a field! We circled Chicago three or four times before landing. When circling one wing goes straight up and the other goes straight down, it's strange though because it doesn't feel like your leaning at all. But the strangest thing about that airport was the runway we took off on went right over the freeway. While stopped at Chicago the flight engineer showed us his part of the cockpit jammed full of control panels. It was quite interesting.

    We flew over Lake Michigan (Mom spelled that) and Lake Erie (Mom spelled this too). The rest of the way it was cloudy. But the clouds looked like icebergs on a gray sea.

    We saw Grant's Tomb today. The building looked bigger from the outside than from the inside. I'd better get this mailed.

            So long, Vic.

P.S. The traffic here is a mess, everybody parks in the middle of the street.


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