Word: plane
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...disembark. Fearful of making a dangerous situation worse, ground personnel did not intervene. After the Denver stop, the red and white jet took off again. Minichiello ordered Cook to stop at the end of a refueling apron far from the Kennedy Airport terminal buildings. FBI agents approached the plane, but Cook warned them away; at TWA's request, they did not open fire...
Minichiello wanted the plane to head for Europe. TWA scrambled to find two pilots qualified for the transatlantic run, since Cook and the rest of the Flight 85 cockpit crew were checked out only for domestic flights. Pilots Richard Hastings and Billy Williams, both 24-year veterans at TWA, volunteered to go along. Minichiello allowed them aboard, but suddenly he got jumpy. He fired a warning shot, which ricocheted harmlessly off an emergency oxygen bottle on the cockpit ceiling. Then Minichiello insisted that the jet take off at once. Trailed by a small plane full of FBI men, it flew...
Minichiello, guzzling coffee to stay awake, was sometimes brusque, sometimes polite, alternately vague and acute. As the Jet approached Rome's Leonardo da Vinci di Fiumicino airport, Minichiello issued an elaborate set of instructions to the control tower. The plane was to be directed to a remote parking spot; a "police chief" was to drive up alone and unarmed, and come aboard in his shirtsleeves...
Kill or Be Killed. "Why did I do it?" he wondered aloud after his arrest. "I don't know." Pilot Cook thought that Minichiello had suicidal tendencies. Stewardess Coleman said Minichiello "wanted someone to come out to the plane so that he could kill them or be killed himself." Perhaps the troubled Marine, whose mother and sister live in Seattle, wanted to see his ailing 80-year-old father, who returned to Italy a year ago. If that was his aim, he chose an irrational way to achieve it. Italian authorities announced that Minichiello will stand trial for kidnaping...
...remember when I used to have trouble predicting these games. I was new to the art and I approached it on too much of an emotional plane. You know, picking with your heart, not your head. Of course, there's not much of a choice in my case. Really though. I was too chauvinistic. I stubbornly picked Brown and Harvard even the Braves, week after week. You'd think I might have finally learned a lesson from B. J. Thomas-Billy kept his faith in Sue, kept expecting letters from her, and back home. Sue was running round...