Yes, children, I know it's impossible to believe today - but flying, once, was glamourous. Imagine having her sitting next to you in 34C! Hausfrau that she was at heart, you just know she packed her own dinner.
Oh, for those bygone days of airborne glamour! I still dress to travel, amidst a sea of sweatpants and pajamas and flip flops (in first class, yet!). I like to think that I'm keeping the flame alive for Marlene.No "flaming" jokes, please.