In the early 1960’s, my husband and I took a trip to Honolulu on Pan Am Airlines in their relatively new 707 jet. We were dressed to the nines (well maybe, the seven and a half’s—I wore high heels and nylon stockings. My husband wore a sport coat and slacks.) Security was a breeze: No x-ray, probing or patting down. It was more like, “Howdy-do, Have a nice trip.” We boarded and found our comfortable seats.

When we were out over the Pacific Ocean, a cart came down the aisle offering free cocktails. A lovely dinner was served with free wine. After dinner, we put our seats back and relaxed. I had a nice little nap after a busy day.

Recently, I took the same trip with my daughter and her family. My travel experience has compelled me to expound on space, security and food in a poetic manner:

CBS News: Man tries to sneak invasive turtle through airport security in his pants, TSA says

AIRPORT SECURITY

A gentleman’s pants caught a scanner’s attention:

It seized on a spot we’re reluctant to mention.

It seems that said spot displayed a proclivity

To a certain amount of unusual activity.

They patted him down and the search proved quite fertile.

He reached in his pants and retrieved a small turtle.

They hauled him away since enough is enough—

His pants just containing the regular stuff.

SPACE WITH GRACE

Once on a plane, we relaxed and we dined

As we sat in an armchair that really reclined.

Call me a crank, but I have to impugn

The petite bag of nuts tossed inside my cocoon.

Space With Grace was first published in lightversepoetry.com

Pat D’Amico of Kirkland is a longtime contributor to Northwest Prime Time