March, 1969. I was 15. Executive Yankee Airlines. Dehaviland Dove. LGA to PSF.
Roughest flight of my life, if memory serves me. We were blown around pretty badly. I wasn't travelling with him, but the rector from my school was in the next row. He appeared to be praying pretty hard. I held on to the bottom of my seat. Longest hour of my life up to that point.