I left my heart in Yokohama in ’69, crying at the airport in Tokyo, not wanting to go back to the States. Dad took me to Fukuoka on a routine flight. He was #2 senior pilot who trained pilots and flew the Asia-US route. I got to see Fukuoka from the cockpit. ‘Don’t touch anything’ was the rule. Nowadays, a son or daughter cannot be brought into the cockpit. Big hugs from Reno, FlyingTofu-san.
I think there’s a typo in your post. You mean “play”, not “pay”, right?
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Yup there was, thanks for correcting me. 👍✨
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Oh that’s so cool!
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I left my heart in Yokohama in ’69, crying at the airport in Tokyo, not wanting to go back to the States. Dad took me to Fukuoka on a routine flight. He was #2 senior pilot who trained pilots and flew the Asia-US route. I got to see Fukuoka from the cockpit. ‘Don’t touch anything’ was the rule. Nowadays, a son or daughter cannot be brought into the cockpit. Big hugs from Reno, FlyingTofu-san.
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