Plane flights... Back in the 60s coming into Orlando on National Airlines, we had to put all of our watches shoes and glasses into plastic bags and had to bend over and hold our knees; I understood it was to be a "hot landing" due to flap problems. We landed with fire trucks following us, but the pilots managed to control the plane and get it stopped. Stairways were rolled up to the plane and we exited with our little bags, scrambling to put on shoes, and put on busses and taken to the terminal. I remember a lot of prayers, but no screams.
Then in the 80s I was on a United Flight that had to land at a small airport, for whatever reason I don't know, and we were bussed into Tallahassee.
I have been on flights that bumped their way across Oklahoma. And on fights I was sure might fall from the sky due to age. Try taking Dominican airlines sometime .... All in all, the Lord has seen fit for my flights to land relatively safely over the years.
Dub, since I had been contracted to do design engineering work on the FLorida Disney World project in the late 1960's, I flew into Orlando's old airport (Roy field? or McCoy Field?) many times. If I recall, my grandfather's barn was almost as big as the terminal building.
You implied that Dominican Airlines was a bad one. I have never flown on Dominican Air, but Caribe Air likely would have been just as bad. Allow me to explain...
In the late 1970's, Carol and I took a small Caribe Air commuter flight from San Juan to either St Croix or St Johns - I don't remember which one. Turns out the locals used that flight to haul their live chickens to open-air street markets on the outer islands.
The plane held about 10-12 passengers, but only a half dozen were there for the flight. After all were seated, crates filled with live chickens were dragged into the aisles for the short trip.
The plane shook and vibrated, it was noisy, under-the-wing prop engines were about ready to fall off, bolts holding the seats to the floor were loose, dust and feathers were flying all over, chickens were squawking, and the plane bounced 3-4 times on the dirt runway before coming to a stop. Then, all the chickens had to be unloaded before we could get out of our seats and exit the plane.
I think a first class ticket meant you arrived in one piece, and didn't need your flotation device. We took a boat back to San Juan.