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terminal with flying suits on and a couple of handsome officers. They stayed with us until plane time. When it drew up, who should step out but Mrs. Love returning from Wash. D.C.!
After that night ride anything else was anti-climax, so even my first airliner ride was a bit faded. It was too much like being inside a bus, but the worst part was on the ground I kept doing the pilot's work for him: taxiing, reving [sic] the motors, calling the tower, etc. and when what I thought was happening didn't like with the ships performance I felt awfully disturbed.
Once in the air it was pretty tame and every one slept nearly. We got to Dallas about 2:30 A.M. dead tired and we did some fast work getting to bed.
Now that that story's told I'll ask you to send it to Ed or Don 'cause I couldn't write it again.

Part of [Letter from Dorothy Scott to her father, February 23, 1943]