Pan Am had two types of “stand-by” for stewardesses—24-hour, which meant you had to be ready to fly at a moment’s notice, and TACA, which meant you had to be available by phone to accept a flight for the next day. The month I was TACA, I got out a felt pen and started...read more
I soon realized that, despite the excitement of waking up in a fancy hotel halfway around the world every week, I wasn’t cut out to be a stewardess. Each month you had to bid on a schedule of flights for the following month by listing the available ones in your order...read more
“My training flight was from New York to Frankfurt. We left six hours late—the first 747’s were full of glitches—so, of course, when we arrived at 3:00 in the morning, there was no crew bus to take us to our hotel. One of the stews had rescued a diminutive cake that...read more
A number of years after the fact, I wrote about my experiences as a “stewardess,” as we called ourselves.
“My recollection of the training school in Miami is like a bad collage—snippets of irrelevancy:read more
There was another reason I decided to become a flight attendant, as well. Towards the end of my senior year of college, I’d started drawing again—stylized figures with felt markers. Sometimes I got so absorbed I couldn’t tear myself away and I’d miss my classes. Once...read more
Once I was back at Cal for my senior year, I was able to see a therapist at the student hospital as I had during the spring of my sophomore year. Since Dr. Camarer had committed suicide, I was assigned to a new psychiatrist, Dr. Fong.In A Patchwork Memoir I wrote: It...read more