It was raining heavily as the C46 Curtiss Commando snored down through the morning overcast over Long Island and headed for New York's big Idlewild International Airport. The plane, a cargo transport, had left Fort Lauderdale, Fla. seven hours before with 13,700 Ibs. of cut flowers, fresh vegetables and lingerie. It had made a routine flight, with fuel stops at Charleston, S.C. and Raleigh, N.C., and despite the murk it seemed about to make an equally routine landing—the ceiling hung at 500 feet and visibility was a mile and a half.
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