I was a freshman at Caltech in 1969, and my friends and I were looking for something to do.
We could go to downtown LA for a Chinese dinner, or to Tijuana to see if we could get into Mexico. Didn't work the last time: the border guard said "Hair too long. Go back!"
Or maybe we could visit Pomona College to try to meet some of the young ladies there.
That seemed unlikely, so a trip to LAX it was. We'd heard that the first 747 was there.
We dropped some fake psilocybin and made our way to the airport. No one minded that we were dressed like hippies and acting a bit odd, they were happy to give us a tour of the 747. It was the most awesome airplane in the world!
I was a freshman at Caltech in 1969, and my friends and I were looking for something to do.
We could go to downtown LA for a Chinese dinner, or to Tijuana to see if we could get into Mexico. Didn't work the last time: the border guard said "Hair too long. Go back!"
Or maybe we could visit Pomona College to try to meet some of the young ladies there.
That seemed unlikely, so a trip to LAX it was. We'd heard that the first 747 was there.
We dropped some fake psilocybin and made our way to the airport. No one minded that we were dressed like hippies and acting a bit odd, they were happy to give us a tour of the 747. It was the most awesome airplane in the world!