Glad to hear D is doing well. *hug*
^that. Please tell him we're thinking of him.
My first flight ever was to the British Virgin Islands in '73. My college was offering a Coral Reef Photography course for 4 credits, 2 weeks. A bunch of us signed up. Most of us had never flown, didn't know anything about weight restrictions or anything else, showed up at JFK airport in NY with 2 scuba tanks each, all of our diving gear, photo gear and personal stuff. My footprint alone was about 5 square feet and must have weighed a couple hundred pounds. Times 10 for the others. But somehow it all got loaded and we made the flight. That would never happen today.
Uneventful trip to St. Thomas where we had to catch small 2-prop planes to Tortola. Landed on Beef Island Airport. It's one of those airports where the landing strip is bordered with water on both sides, and very very short. A little un-nerving landing.
2 weeks of .... um.... serious education and learning ...
cough cough... Really don't remember much of the trip home, and not sure how it happened.