I’m scratching my head trying to figure out where this airport was located. It was in a different era, for sure. (You can click on the photo to make it larger.)
- There are no fancy jetways to protect you from the elements.
- Most of the men are wearing ties, if not coats.
- Passengers are wandering around the tarmac.
- The observation deck is filled with spectators.
When I blew up the tower (let’s rephrase that – When I enlarged the tower…), it looks like the word “Indian” is written on its side. It might be that part of the sign is cut off by the TWA terminal. I wonder if it says Indianapolis?
The photo was taken on March 27, 1967, but I can’t remember taking any trips involving flying around then. I made a trip out to see Jim Stone at Ohio University over spring break before transferring there in the fall, but I usually went to Athens by car or train.
I attended a National Press Photographers Association Flying Short Course in Peoria when I was still in Cape, but I distinctly remember taking the train to get there.
I didn’t start flying on a regular basis until the railroads killed off passenger service and the airlines started offering half-fare student standby tickets to hook a generation on air travel.