May of 1969 proved to be one of the more interesting months of my life. I had officially been away from home for one year and had been in the initial phase of training for the Physical Science Laboratory at NMSU for five months. The laboratory had a contract with NASA to supply support data from a variety of tracking stations around the globe for the satellites that our country had in orbit and to also operate support launch and research stations at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California and Cape Kennedy in Florida. As a part of the program, the laboratory operated a co-op program for engineering and mathematics students where for two semesters you would work at one of the various sites and then return to campus to attend school on a full-time basis for two semesters. During the break between the fall semester and the summer session, I went on a quick trip with my parents to attend my sister’s graduation from Oregon State University. Records were set on the ground covered between Las Cruces, NM, and Corvallis, OR especially when my mother took command of the vehicle in Nevada where they did not have a speed limit. Linda was graduating with a degree in Mathematics from Oregon State University. The unusual thing about that is that she did not take any math classes there because she had completed all the requirements for a degree in Mathematics at Oregon State University during her first two college years at New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology.
We arrived mid-day in Corvallis and the graduation followed the next day. Then we took off for Portland where Dad negotiated the purchase of Linda’s first car and then to the airport so I could fly back to El Paso. One of the significant parts of this story is that I had NEVER flown in any kind of plane but that is only the beginning of the story. Unlike today, check in was fairly simple and easy. I was scheduled to fly from Portland to Los Angeles, switch planes and continue on to El Paso where I would be met by friends, followed by a side cultural trip to Juarez, Mexico, and then back to campus. At this point in my life, I hate to say that I was assigned a seat next to an OLDER woman in her 50’s. She apparently noticed that I was gripping the armrests so hard that my knuckles were turning white, so she asked if this was my first flight. I told her that it was and in a reassuring voice, she said she would get me through it. Everything went well during the flight. Each time this plane made an unusual noize my traveling companion would explain what it meant and assured me that this was a “smooth” flight. Little did I know at the time but, I flew over the general area I would be living in a few short months. As we began landing at the LA airport the plane started making sounds like it was falling apart but she calmly told me that it was simply the brakes. I thanked her for being my aeronautical Mrs. Robinson but I had to get to my connecting flight. Prior to Portland, OR the biggest airport that I had ever been in was in Amarillo, Texas. A whole new world met me as I departed the plane. People with shaved heads and orange robes chanting, conversations in every language of the world and the largest piece of real estate I had ever been in. I had assumed when I made the reservation that 45 minutes would give me adequate time to go all the way across the airport. Wrong is only one word that describes the outcome. When I finally made it to the next boarding area, the flight to El Paso was halfway across California. I asked the clerk if I could simply get on the next plane to El Paso? She told me that I certainly could but I would need to get another ticket and the plane didn’t leave until the next morning. I can’t remember the exact amount of money that I needed to get the ticket. I think it was around $100.00 and they only way I could pay for it was in a checkbook currently flying to El Paso. The clerk said maybe I could get someone to wire me the money but all of the banking facilities were closed until tomorrow morning and after they opened the flight I needed would be long gone but, I could get the flight I had missed. I must have looked like a sick puppy because she said that she had never done this before but she would loan me the money I needed and she included the plea for me not to prevent her from ever doing this again. I promised to send her a check immediately. If she hadn’t done enough already, I asked her what I could do about the people who would be heading to the airport in El Paso from Las Cruces? She said that she would immediately contact her counterpart in El Paso to page the people looking for me and explain that I would be arriving in the morning instead of this evening.
When I say that I spent the night in the LA airport one would assume that I could tell some wild stories about the place. The truth is that everyone except me and the janitorial staff went home. So I slept for a few hours in the departure area until I boarded the plane in the morning. With the time changes, I arrived in El Paso several hours after I left Los Angeles. My friends upon getting the news at the airport decided to make the cultural trip to Juarez that night and showed up at the airport ready for me to drive them to Las Cruces. I did send the check immediately so that my Airport Angel could pass it on to another traveler. She was one of many I have encountered at the right place and the right time in this life.