Word: newarks
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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John Carson ran for 69 yards and John Merklinger for 68 as Delaware overran Penn, 40-7, at Newark...
...experienced traveler it sounds like "Blah, blah, blah, seat belts. Mumble, jumble, life vests under your seats." Suddenly there is an ear-opening sentence: "Welcome to People Express, the fastest-growing airline in the history of aviation!" Welcome, indeed. We are aboard People's el cheapo $149 Newark-to-London flight, and the mood of most of us is light to the point of giddiness. Who cares if it costs $3 to check a suitcase? Most of us are traveling light. So what if instead of the free, creamed-Styrofoam bits that most airlines serve for meals, we have...
...primitive. For each departure there are likely to be twice as many would-be passengers as seats. Those who lose out have the choice of taking a taxi to a nearby motel, which is not in the spirit of cut-rate fares, or sleeping on the marble floor of Newark airport's dreary North Terminal...
David McConnell, a young Irishman who had just earned an M.A. degree in geology from Oklahoma State, had tried a desperate stratagem after failing to make the cut. He and a friend flew via People from Newark to Atlantic City and back in the morning, for $23 each way. This put them on a priority list of People's incoming passengers. But, said McConnell, so many other line squatters had done the same thing that priority might not mean much. "You get rather paranoid," he said. The major gripe is that the airline does not carry over stand...
Stories filter back from Europe about all-night parties on People flights, or about women who dress for the occasion in nothing but sweaters and pantyhose. Not tonight; we were wearier, more wrinkled and better acquainted than most plane populations, but we were not bizarre. As Newark fell away behind us like a beer can thrown out of a car window, we rediscovered each other ("Hey, there's Noam!" "The punk kids made it!") and pondered whether, at a price, to order coffee, tea or gin. Back at North Terminal, only a grubby memory now, veteran squatters were getting...