Los Angeles, the autumn of 1962. A Tuesday afternoon at Los Angeles International Airport in the departure terminal for American Airlines domestic flights. In the specific atmosphere of an airport terminal in 1962 that was different from the atmosphere of airport terminals in later decades in ways that were not only architectural.
The terminal was smaller. The process of boarding an aircraft was simpler. The people in the terminal were dressed in the specific way that people dressed to fly in 1962 which was as though flying were a formal occasion rather than a mode of transportation. The men in suits and the women in dresses and the children in clothes that their parents had selected with the understanding that an airplane was a place where you presented yourself as you wished to be seen.
The flight was American Airlines flight 214 to Dallas-Fort Worth. A route that American had been running since 1953 and that carried the specific mix of passengers that the Los Angeles to Dallas route carried in 1962 which was business travelers and oil industry people and the occasional family moving between the two cities and the specific category of people who worked in the entertainment industry and had business in Texas which was a larger category than people outside the industry might have expected because Texas money had been financing
Hollywood production since the 1940s departing at 3:15. The gate area had 40 seats arranged in rows facing the boarding door and was approximately 2/3 full at 2:45 when boarding had not yet begun and the passengers were doing what passengers do in gate areas, which is a range of things from reading to sleeping to looking at the other passengers with the specific idle attention that waiting in a confined space with strangers produces.
In the third row of seats from the boarding door, on the aisle, sat a boy named Thomas Elliott. He was 12 years old. He was flying alone for the first time in his life. His mother had put him on the flight in Los Angeles and his father was meeting him in Dallas. And the arrangement had been made in the specific practical way that the arrangements of children of divorced parents are made in 1962, with the logistics managed carefully and the emotional content of the logistics not discussed, because the emotional
content of the logistics was something that both his mother and his father had decided, independently and without discussing it, was something Thomas was old enough to manage without assistance. Thomas was not entirely certain he agreed with this assessment. He was 12 years old and had been managing things since he was eight, which was when his parents had separated and the specific reorganization of his life that the separation required had begun.
And he had developed over those four years the ability to manage things that he was not certain he was going to manage well in a way that did not communicate the uncertainty to the people around him. He was good at this. His mother thought he was fine. His father thought he was fine, fine. His father thought he was fine.
Thomas knew he fine in most of the ways that mattered and uncertain in a few of the ways that also mattered. And the flight to Dallas was in the second category. He was 12 years old and he was sitting in a gate area at Los Angeles International Airport with a ticket in his jacket pocket and a small suitcase at his feet and the specific quality of alertness that a person has when they are in a situation they have not been in before and are managing it alone.
He was not visibly afraid. He was the kind of 12-year-old who had learned early that being visibly afraid was a form of information that he did not always want to share. What was visible was the alertness. The specific posture of a boy sitting very straight and watching the gate area with the complete attention of someone for whom none of this was routine.
The man who sat down in the seat beside Thomas Elliott at 2:52 arrived at the gate area from the direction of the main terminal corridor moving through the crowded terminal with the specific economy of a large man who has learned to move in crowded spaces without requiring the space to accommodate him. He was 54 years old.
He was 6 feet 4 inches tall and 250 pounds. And he was wearing a dark suit and a tie that had been loosened slightly from its morning configuration. And he was carrying a leather bag that he set under the seat in front of him when he sat down. He sat in the aisle seat in the third row and looked at the boarding door and then looked at the boy beside him in the window seat and said hello.
Thomas said hello. The man said that he had not caught the flight he was supposed to be on, the earlier one, the 2:00, which he had arrived at the airport too late to board because the meeting he had come from had run long in the specific way that meetings run long when the people in them have not yet reached the point where the meeting can end, and the ending cannot be forced, and that he was glad there had been a seat on this one, the 3:15, which there had been.
He said it in the conversational way that adults speak to children they have just sat next to when they are genuinely interested in being in a conversation rather than performing the interest. Thomas said that this was his first flight. The man said that it would not be his last. He said it in the flat, certain tone of someone who is not offering encouragement, but stating a fact that they are confident of.
Thomas looked at him. He said that he was not sure about that because he was not sure he was going to like flying. The man said that was fair. He said that there were things about flying that a person did not know they were going to feel about until they were doing it, and that the only way to find out was to do it.
Thomas said that was the part he was not looking forward to. The man nodded. He said that he had been afraid of things before and had done them anyway, and that this was not a piece of advice he was offering because advice was not what the situation required. It was a piece of information. He said that the information was available to Thomas from his own experience as soon as he had enough experience to draw it from, and that the flight to Dallas was the beginning of the experience, and that the beginning of experience was the only
place experience could start. And that the doing of them was always different from the anticipating of them. Usually better and occasionally worse, but always different. And that the difference itself was useful information because it was accurate and the anticipation was not. Thomas looked at him for a moment.
He was 12 years old and had been told things by adults his entire life and had developed over 12 years the specific ability to distinguish between adults who were telling him things because it was what you said to a child in a situation and adults who were telling him things because the things were true and they believed he could use them.
He said that made sense. The man said that it would make more sense after Dallas. He said it in the tone of someone who is ending a portion of a conversation without ending the conversation, leaving space for the other person to continue it if they wished and for it to be finished if they did not. Thomas did not finish it.
He asked what the man did. The man said that he made films. Thomas said that was interesting. He said it in the genuine way of a 12-year-old for whom the information that the person sitting next to him made films was actually interesting and not in the polite way of a child who has been taught to express interest.
He asked what kind of films. The man said mostly westerns. Thomas said that his father liked westerns. He said it in the tone of a boy who has absorbed his father’s enthusiasms through proximity rather than through shared watching. The tone of a boy who knows what his father likes because his father is someone whose likes he pays attention to.
He said the names of some of the films his father had talked about at dinner and at the occasional Saturday afternoon when Thomas had been old enough to sit through them and interested enough to watch the man was in some of them. Thomas looked at the man. He said the name he was thinking. The man said, “Yes.
” Thomas was quiet for a moment. This was the kind of quiet that came from processing rather than from having nothing to say. The quiet of a 12-year-old brain reorganizing the information it has just received into the context that holds it correctly. He was sitting in a gate area at Los Angeles International Airport next to a man whose name he had just said.
And the man had said, “Yes.” And Thomas was 12 years old and processing the information in the way that 12-year-olds process information. That rearranges the context of the previous 10 minutes which requires a specific amount of time and cannot be rushed. Then he said that his father was going to be very surprised.
The man said that was probably right. He said it with the specific warmth that a man produces when a 12-year-old says something that is both true and endearing and he is not performing the warmth but simply has it. The boarding announcement came at 3:05. A woman’s voice on the public address system delivering the information in the specific measured cadence of 1962 airline announcements.
Unhurried and clear. The cadence of an era when the information itself was sufficient and did not need to be delivered at a pace that signaled urgency. The announcement said that American Airlines flight 214 to Dallas-Fort Worth was now boarding all passengers at gate 14. The passengers in the gate area began organizing themselves in the specific way that passengers in 1962 organized themselves for boarding, which was a more orderly process than what came later because the expectations were clearer and the number of people was smaller.
Thomas picked up his small suitcase. He looked at the man beside him. He said that he was still somewhat afraid. He said it in the voice he had used for the other honest things he had said in the previous 20 minutes, which was the voice of a 12-year-old who had decided that the man beside him was someone to whom honest things could be said, a decision that Thomas did not make often or lightly and that he had arrived at through the specific evidence of the previous 20 minutes, which was that the man had not said
anything that was not true. The man said that he knew. He said that being somewhat afraid before the first flight was exactly the right amount and that anything less would have been overconfidence. He said it in the flat, informational tone he used for things he was certain of, which had the specific effect on Thomas that certain statements from adults have on children at the age when children are still forming their understanding of what certainty sounds like and what it is worth, which was that Thomas believed it
because the man who said it did not say it in the way of a man trying to make a child feel better, but in the way of a man saying something he had verified. They boarded. They were in the same row, Thomas at the window, and the man on the aisle with an empty middle seat between them. The plane taxied and turned, and the engines built, and Thomas looked out the window at the runway, and at the moment when the plane accelerated and lifted, and Los Angeles fell away below the window.
He was aware that the man on the aisle was looking toward his window, not at the city, but in the direction of the window, in the specific way that a person looks toward something when they want the other person to know that they are paying attention to the same moment. Thomas looked out the window for a long time as the city gave way to the desert.
When he looked back at the aisle seat, the man was reading something from his leather bag, a script by the look of it, pages with the specific formatting and margins of a screenplay, and he was reading it the way he read things when he was working, which was with a pencil in his hand and the specific focused attention of someone extracting information from a document rather than receiving a story from one.
Thomas watched him for a moment and then turned back to the window. The desert was below them now, the specific flat brown of the California desert east of the mountains, and then the Arizona desert, each one different in ways that were visible from altitude if you knew what you were looking at, which Thomas did not, but was beginning to.
Thomas looked out the window again. The flight to Dallas took 2 hours and 40 minutes. When they landed and the plane was at the gate and the passengers were standing and gathering their things, Thomas looked at the man and said that it had been better than the anticipating. The man said that it usually was. He said it simply, in the tone of someone for whom this was a fact that had been confirmed many times and did not require elaboration.
They went through the door into the Dallas terminal and the terminal was Dallas in 1962, which was a different kind of terminal from Los Angeles, wider and lower, and with the specific smell of a Texas airport that was different from the smell of a California one in ways that Thomas would later be able to describe only as the smell of arriving somewhere that was not where he had left.
The man from the aisle seat moved through the terminal with the same economy of movement he had used in Los Angeles, moving toward the exit at a pace that would take him out of the terminal and into whatever the rest of his Tuesday contained. Thomas’s father was at the gate, which was where fathers met their children in 1962, because the gates were still the place where meetings happened.
His father saw Thomas and came toward him with a specific expression of a father who has been waiting at a gate for a child who flew alone for the first time and is now watching the child come through the door. Thomas came through the door and his father put his hand on his shoulder and said that the flight was good.
Thomas said that it was. Then Thomas turned and pointed back toward the man from the aisle seat, who was already well into the terminal and moving toward the exit. And his father looked and understood. And his face carried the specific expression of a man who is absorbing a piece of information that he had not expected to receive.
Thomas told his father what the man had said on the ground in Los Angeles and on the plane. He told him about the gate area and the conversation. And the thing the man had said about anticipation and doing. And the difference between the two. And about the plane lifting off the runway. And looking out the window.
And the man looking in the direction of the window without saying anything. And about landing. And the man saying it had been better than the anticipating. He told it in order and without leaving anything out because he understood from the way his father was listening that his father wanted all of it and not a summary of it.
He told it in the specific way that 12-year-olds tell things that have mattered to them. Which is with the particular accuracy of someone who has been paying complete attention and has retained what they paid attention to. His father listened to all of it. He said that the man was right. He did not say anything about the fact that his son had spent 2 hours and 40 minutes on a plane next to the man whose films he had watched on Saturday afternoons for 15 years.
Not because it did not matter to him. But because it mattered in a way that was secondary to the other thing. Which was that his son had gotten on a plane alone for the first time. And had been afraid. And had done it anyway, and had arrived. He said that the man was right. He said it in the voice he used when he agreed with something completely, which was brief and without elaboration, because the elaboration would have added something to a thing that did not need adding to.
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