Naturally, the true test of an aircraft’s load capability is the amount of beer it can get airborne. A rough count of the number of beer cases x the 24 cans (12 oz. each) they hold makes this load approximately 2,000 pounds. Easily enough done, but the trick is finding a pilot who won’t help himself to the cargo while en route. Wherever this aircraft is bound in Alaska, the people there will be happier for its arrival.
The aircraft, a Pilgrim 100-B (N709Y), belongs to Star Air Lines and is, believe it or not, still in existence today. Comfortably housed in the Alaska Aviation Heritage Museum, N709Y is still in flying condition. It has been a few years since it hauled a ton of beer, but it’s still a pretty good old aircraft.
Pioneer Alaska Bush Pilot John W. “Johnny” Moore poses with a ski-equipped Travel Air BW. With that open cockpit for an office, Moore’s furry ensemble will serve him well in the skies of Alaska.
It’s January 1970, and Pan Am’s factory-fresh first 747 roars past photographers at Paine Field as it begins its eastbound journey in preparation in for its inaugural service. Next stop: Dulles Airport where it will be christened by First Lady Pat Nixon.
With all four turning, Dad looks things over from the right seat in the late 1950’s. He was giving a check ride to a new captain.Aloha for gaily colored shirted and lei bedecked “Air Tourists” as they deplane during an early evening arrival in Honolulu. I say “Air Tourist” because that is the logo next to the door. This DC-6 (N37544) was delivered in 1950 and flew many a mile for United. According to my dad’s log book, he last flew this aircraft in 1961.United Flight 2609 is readied for another load of revenue. (Note the “Flight 2609” sign in the rear window.
A jolly group of passengers about to embark on a PAA (Pan Am) Sikorsky S-38 at Key West for a weekend frolic in sunny Havana. I do believe Pan Am boss Juan Trippe is in both these photos. Havana was a hot spot for travelers in Prohibition-era America. Take the train south to Key West, hop aboard PAA, and voilà: you were in boozeville. This planeload of flappers and their Beau Brummells are in for a heck of a good time. F. Scott Fitzgerald would approve.