Writer’s Workshop: Let’s Fly, Let’s Fly Away…

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There was a time when air travel was glamorous. People were well-dressed and polite, full meals were served on real plates with real silverware, the planes were clean and spacious, the airline staff were cheerful, friendly, and helpful, planes took off and landed within minutes of the schedule, bags were never lost even when people made several close connections… you could go on and on. Those days are long gone, if in fact they ever existed.

Do you remember the 1959 movie The Fly, with David Hedison, Patricia Owens, and Vincent Price? That was actually a horror movie that I enjoyed. A scientist invents a teleportation device, and he’s trying to work the bugs out of it (so to speak), and when he thinks he’s got it working, he gets into the machine himself, unaware that a fly has gotten into the other teleportation device. When the machine is finished doing its work, we have the scientist with a fly’s head and leg and the fly with the scientist’s head and arm. The scientist with the fly’s head gets his wife to use a machine to crush his head. Meanwhile, the fly with the scientist’s head and arm is flying around saying "help me! Help me!" A policeman is ready to cart the woman away, when suddenly he sees and hears the fly/man yelling "help me! Help me!" He follows the fly out the door and watches in horror as it gets tangled in a spider’s web and gets eaten by a spider.

That used to be on the 3:00 movie a couple of times a year, so we would run home and see it. Those afternoon movies were always a rip-off. They’d take a 90-minute movie and cut it down to 75 minutes so they could fit 45 minutes of commmercials in, leading in to the 5:00 News. You’d get ten minutes of movie and five minutes of commercials from 3:00 until 5:00, and you could never remember what was going on.

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

What has eighteen legs and catches flies? A baseball team!

16 thoughts on “Writer’s Workshop: Let’s Fly, Let’s Fly Away…

  1. The glory days of flying are, sadly, long gone and never to return. At least for those of us flying steerage-class.

    I recall flying on Braniff, back in the 60’s with the stewardesses decked-out in Emilio Pucci designer uniforms. So, so classy!

    And, of course, airline passengers back then didn’t look like they were all homeless.

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    1. Never gota chance to fly Braniff. I hear it was quite an experience. I worked with a lady who was a stewardess in the hot-pants days.

      The first time I flew was when I was eleven, and my brothers and I were in jackets, ties, dress pants, and dress shoes. No one dresses like that any more.

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  2. I love that movie. It freaked me out at the end. I remember when the seats were wider. AirCanada always sucked. I was only 8 when we flew to Austria but the service was nasty. The stewardess claimed that my brother said he was not hungry when they failed to bring him dinner. She yelled at him when he asked for gingerale( you should have seen my mom tear a strip off her). I asked my mom if I could ask for the matches for my mom’s cigarette only To be chastised for wanting to start a fire. In all these years, I don’t think they changed much.

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    1. Funny, a friend of mine who was based in Toronto and flew them all the time thought they were great, but then that was the ’80’s and no doubt things had changed. I always used to hear bad things about Eastern, but I always thought they were pretty good…

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    1. Didn’t see him in this; the reviews made it sound like a spoof of the original. Have you seen “The Tall Guy” with Goldblum, Rowan Atkinson, and Emma Thompson?

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