I used to fly planeloads of these cuties in and out of Ft. Lauderdale and Daytona. Good things Mrs. Milano was tolerant. Flying them in they were all happy and cheerful. Flying them out uninhibited and half-drunk was a treat. An L-1011 filled with real girls going wild.

Once a strip-contest broke out on my 1011. Got so out out of control we almost declared an emergency but the stewardesses reigned them in somewhere over Virginia.

The rowdiness and horniness distracted me so much that I requested the longest runway at JFK, and had the cops waiting at the terminal just in case. But all was well as your captain eased down his packed jet of rowdy passengers over Jamaica Bay to a smooth landing as always. The 1011 was out for 3 days so cleaning crews could get it ready for normal people. Cleaner crew chief found a few pairs of panties. He was shocked!

Best memory is of a Dad trying to shield his son from the in-flight strip-teases. The kid left the plane with a big smile on his face and daddy left with a bulge in his pants.

Long gone days in a different world.

The Captain has struck again. You must have had fun, ever get yourself in any trouble? Tell us the juicy stories, PLEASE! I guess the Captain was a big DISCO fan. Welcome home!!

The captain was not really into the disco scene but was dragged to discos by younger crew members. I flew domestic, talk to pilots who flew transatlantic for stories that will even make Mr. Vinyljunkie take notice.

A French pilot, "Capt. Pierre" would ask young women (ages 18-21) traveling alone on his flights if they wanted to see the cockpit, common practice in those simpler days. He'd then offer to show them around local bars and discos in Paris, Rome, Amsterdam, etc. I can't print here his tales of multiple debauchery! Mrs. Milano once punished me for telling her of his adventures. Pierre once visited our home and my wife made sure her shapely niece was kept under lock and key!

Ask any pilot who flew between 1960 and 1980, old or young, and they will have amazing stories to tell you. Stories of hotel rooms and strange women and stewardesses when they were stewardesses. Stories of dead-heading back to the US with a planeload of airline employees having one big party on board.

That sounds like a few Clubs in Miami> Near Miami International, there used to be the 747, which I assume you went to more than once. It was like a 747 for a while, remember?