My first flight was on a Connie from Dayton, Ohio to NYC with a stop In Pittsburgh, I believe in 56. Changed airports and boarded a DC 3 to Worcester, Mass. That was the worst flight I was ever on. There was some severe turbulence between NYC and Worcester and the plane was bouncing around in the sky and of course somebody got sick. My Mom and I were sitting on the port side all the way front, 2 seats on the port side and only one on the starboard and the only carpet was in the aisle. The plane was going up and down and someone in the back got sick and missed the barf bag and every time the plane would go down the barf would come up between the seats and every time it gained altitude the barf would head towards the back. It didn't take long before it was quite a mess and stunk to high heaven. Neither Mom or I got sick enough to throw up and I was over joyed when we finally touched down in Worcester
