Air travel is pretty commonplace now, but that hasn’t always been the case. I was in junior high in the late ’70s the first time I rode in an airplane. My childhood best friend had recently moved from the Detroit area to St. Louis, and my parents treated me to a visit at her new home. I only got to fly one way though because her Aunt Enid drove me back to Michigan in the little sideways bench behind the driver’s seat of her pickup truck.
The Companion wants to hear stories about the first flights of fellow Covenanters. Where did you go, the first time you flew in an airplane? Respond below, or email editors@covchurch.org.
