I remember my first trip to Hawaii, actually the island of Oahu. I was second or third grade and this was a time in which flying anywhere was kinda special. You dressed up instead of being comfortable. It was over the holidays and I was promised that Santa would know where I was so my presents would make it to me. We flew in a 747 and I spent a lot of the flight in the upper deck, which was a lounge. I had with me a few comic books and my G.I. Joe in his official footlocker packed with stuff. I remember the stewardess commenting, as I was reading Superman, that her name was Lois Lane… and I was dumbfounded- that was awesome. The entire trip was awesome and one of those memories that, while it gets fuzzy, still warms my heart. Happy Statehood Hawaii, thanks for the memories.
