July 1977. BTV-LGA then JFK-SFO. Someone in New York had hijacked a Greyhound bus and was running around on the runways at JFK so the second flight left a few hours late. IIRC the flight crew opened the bar while still on the ground to placate the passengers (we had backed from the gate and then sat while the police sorted out the bus thing). I remember one foreign passenger deciding during the takeoff roll that right then would be a good time to walk to the galley for another free drink...

I don't recall the movie but I do remember flying past Chicago and being able to see the shape of the city along Lake Michigan.

We arrived in SFO late (probably past midnight) so I decided to spend the night in the airport.