As a passenger takes his seat in an airliner, he is not apt to feel that he is a specially marked personusually quite the contrary. Young Bill Keyes, settling into his seat in an Eastern Airlines DC-3 in Detroit, felt as air passengers usually feelpartly like a piece of baggage, partly like a lonely soul. As the plane stopped at Cleveland and Akron, the seats filled up around him. Dozing, thinking of his vacation-to-come at home in Boynton, Fla., he scarcely watched as the plane lifted over the Alleghenies and dropped down toward the Carolinas.
But up in the pilot's...
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