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as their planes are jet-prop, have a rumble, unlike the straight jets. They make a single flight to Gatwick in Sussex (26 mi from London) on Monday each week, with a brief stop at Reykjavik, Iceland, then on to Glasgow and Gatwick. As I didn't wish to remain a week, I arranged for the one-say stopover on the return trip, as there are one or more flights to New York which originate in Copenhagen & Luxembourgh. More about Iceland some other time.

 For some time before landing (!!) at Kennedy Airport, the pilot & his co-pilot showed an interest in the under carriage by coming to the aisle where I sat with two and looking young  Canadians (boy & girl Hippie-type), a few of us knew what was going on, but said nothing, fearing to set-up hysteria in this loaded plane, which must have had 200 passengers. We kept flying around for 40 mins above the field, finally made a rough landing, but luckily no one was killed, no fire broke out, but there were the fire dept and six police wagons, presumably for make-shift ambulances. There was some wailing went on and delayed action hysteria amongst the women, but other than falling over a baby carriage thrown in my way at the emergency door, causing some soreness on one side, I'm probably OK. The left side of the plane sure looked awful, though; a few passengers said the plane had had to turn back at Kennedy on an earlier flight, owing to mechanical trouble, so, no doubt it's a case of obsolescence. Service & food aboard was good, though.
After all this ado about me,  I trust all is well with the Conroys, and I can now resume reading the Traven book, one that suits me perfectly - with my spanish and lack of love for the R.C. Church.      Regards -  MEAD

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