A Memorable Dining Experience Aloft.
Back in the late 70s, I worked for the City of Honolulu. I was a member of the mayor’s cabinet and it was a high-profile job. Whenever we talk about those days, my wife invariably begins every anecdote by saying, “Well, when Jim was somebody … ”
Anyway, as one of the unofficial fringe benefits to the job, I was often upgraded when I had to travel on city business. Back then, I almost always flew either Pan American or Western Airlines. Both are now long gone, of course, but I particularly miss PanAm. At one point, at least in terms of service, PanAm was very simply the best.
Once, on a PanAm flight from Honolulu to San Francisco – it was in 1974 – I was upgraded to 1st class. An hour into the flight, after relaxing with a glass of excellent scotch, I was tapped on the shoulder by a flight attendant. “If you’re ready for dinner, Mr. Loomis,” she said, “we have a place reserved for you upstairs.”
I dutifully followed her to the upper level of the 747, where three tables had been prepared – two set with four places and one ready to seat two people – each with crisp white linen tablecloths and place settings of real china.
By the way, the fourth person at the table was an executive with Levi Strauss on his way back from China. He had been looking into the wild idea that maybe the Chinese could make levi jeans cheaper than we could. Imagine that!