I was supercargo in a vintage WACO ( pronounced wacko) aircraft today. I not only carried my pocket kit, AND my knife, but a vintage model 10 S&W with 200 grain cartridges. I wore a tie! We took off from an airport surrounded by lemon orchards. There was a flask of coffee and cold sandwiches. The air was not stale as on modern commercal craft. In fact, fresh air was in abundance, along with noise from the engine. for a few glorious hours I enjoyed a period when flight was not so "hermetically sealed for your protection", still subject to the whims of nature and chance. Oh, and people were responsible for their own preparations and well being. "listening to the biplane song by the Irish Rovers and reading NIGHT FLIGHT by Antoine De Saint- Exupery