Not long after the first moon landing in 1969 my dad put me on a plane at the Atlanta Georgia airport and sent me to visit my mother who’d moved from Davenport Iowa to Phenoix Arizona. The entire flight I sat next to a Lovely flight attendant assigned to watch over me like a guardian angel. It was the first time I flew on a Delta 727. As I talked to her I mentioned that I had a bomber in my carry on bag at my feet. When I pulled the plastic orange world war two replica of a B52 bomber out she put a hand to her chest and let out a sigh of relief. It turned out she thought I had said BOMB! 💣
I was ten years old at the time!