We Have To Earn Our

There Has Always Been A Certain Romanticism Associated With The Airline Business. We Must Avoid Its Perpetuation At Eastern At All Costs.

The View Of The Earth From The Moon Fascinated Me -- A Small Disk, 240,000 Miles Away. . . . Raging Nationalistic Interests, Famines, Wars, Pestilence, Don't Show From That Distance.

We Have To Earn Our Wings Every Day.

It's A Vast, Lonely, Forbidding Expanse Of Nothing Rather Like Clouds And Clouds Of Pumice Stone. And It Certainly Does Not Appear To Be A Very Inviting Place To Live Or Work.

I Think The One Overwhelming Emotion That We Had Was When We Saw The Earth Rising In The Distance Over The Lunar Landscape - It Makes Us Realize That We All Do Exist On One Small Globe. For From 230,000 Miles Away, It Really Is A Small Planet.