I think I’ve flown in and out of Buffalo five or six times, if memory serves, and two of those flights were amongst the most memorable of my life.
Once, as we left for the sun of Florida, three days into the New Year, there were delays, as we sat on the plane and watched the de-icing being done. That was scary, me with thoughts of the infamous Manchester United crash, caused by icing. It was probably the first plane crash I ever heard of, and Buffalo on that chill day was one of the coldest places I’d been.
The other time flying out of Newark in a period of summer storms, we were confined to our seats as the aircraft bumped and shook its way through the skies. No-one on that plane wasn’t scared out of their wits, but we were kept in stitches by a wonderful, witty, camp steward, who made the journey a joy! At the end I remember telling him it was the best flight I’d ever had. I don’t remember which airline it was, but I so hope he wasn’t on that plane today.
My heart goes out to those who lost family and friends today.