I think this year's Hiatal Bleatage - something Daughter said sounds like a horrible episode of lower-body bleeding - is better than last year's. For the most part. Today we learn why the banner picture above was chosen: it's the Golden Age of Air Travel, as some call it. Meaning, few people could afford it.

Travel documents were once terriby important. You lost them, you lost your way.

So you didn't lose them. I'd bet there are just as many people who find their phones are dead and can't display a boarding pass as there were people who lost their tickets. Flying was special, and people kept the tickets as a reminder of the great adventure.

I found this at Hunt & Gather, of course.

Call the airline immediately upon arrival! This is why I always have flight anxiety. The damned thing is going to miss me and leave me stranded. Something's going to go wrong.

A cordial welcome aboard awaits.

So when do you get it?

Susanne BOLING (brackets miss brackets) took this flight on a late July morning in the futuristic year of 1960.

Interesting item in the "FROM" field: From Glasgow-Copenhagen? So she started in Scotland, went to Denmark, then hopped over to Oslo.

She showed them this, and put it back in the travel portfolio:

You can track the flight today, if you wish.

Have some food - and a beer, on us.

Here's what Kastrup looked like in the earlu 1960s:

She kept the ticket, of course. It's a lovely piece of design, with echoes of the figureheads of old ships:

Remember to reconfirm, because they could yank your flight right out from underneath you. This is why I never just show up and think "I'll get my boarding pass at the airport and breeze through security and off we go!" I presume they're ready to give my seat to someone else if I don't keep telling them "yes, I bought it, and I still want it."

Then as now, prohibited items. Click on the image if you want a larger version.

That was 1960. In eleven years, design had moved to another style:

		Modern, I suppose, but ugly, and cheaply printed.

Alice Bryant's ticket cost $10.80. I think she may have been an employee of the airline.

But she still had to pay a service charge: eighty cents.

For what?

Service.