Somewhere in Massachusetts, a mid-’90s family photo album possesses the first photo I ever took of a Boeing 747. It was a Virgin Atlantic bird at Orlando International. I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw the photo, but I can still recall it clearly twenty-five years later: poorly framed through the window of […]
Looking for that perfect holiday gift for the avgeek(s) in your family? Need a little something for yourself?
We might have just the ticket for you. My name is Jeremy and I am an Avgeek, photographer, and friend/friendly frenemy of the guy running this site, David Parker Brown. Iam [still] selling a huge chunk of his airline collection.
For regular followers, you might’ve seen this before, we plugged it in April and a lot of you were able to snatch up some great stuff. But in case you were on the fence, there’s still well over 1,500 items left for sale.
There’s something for every AvGeek here: post cards, menus, paper ads, posters, bag tags, matchbooks, route maps, timetables, and even a small number of vintage hand bags…including a few Pan Am. And that’s only part of it – all in all there’s over 2,000 items for sale.
Easier than eBay, don’t have to travel to the big shows, and David knows where I live, if something goes bad on you (And I will make a visit to his house for you -David). There’s lots of photos here but that’s only about 75% of the collection: the full list is located here on a detailed spreadsheet.
If you see something you like, shoot him me email ([email protected]) and let a bit of airline history into your home in time for the holidays!
What do cowboy boots, Frankfurt Germany, and Merle Haggard have in common?
C’mon, any guesses? Any?
Well if you read the title of this post, thereby inadvertently cheating, you’d probably wager something to do with Condor Airlines launching its brand-new service to Austin, Texas—and you’d be right. The German leisure carrier began linking Frankfurt and the capital of the Lone Star State last Monday, and you can bet AirlineReporter was on the scene.
The day started off at the check-in counter in Frankfurt. Condor paid for the tickets, and was nice enough to put me up in their business cabin—previously dubbed Comfort Class—aboard the Boeing 767-300. Tickets were quickly in hand and it was off to gate C4 to catch the flight.
Like many inaugural flights, the airline and airport put together a nice event at the gate for the passengers. A table full of free (non-alcoholic) drinks, a giant cake in the shape of Texas, little American flags draped across the ceiling, and an Austin-based country musician playing live music were all on hand.
I’ve always enjoyed reading stories of AvGeek’s first flights. The particulars vary, but the basic arc is usually the same: three-year-old self spends the entire time glued to the window in a hushed awe as the cornfields of Iowa stroll by four miles below. And lo’: an AvGeek is born.
That wasn’t me. I mean, I liked looking at the airplanes just fine. That was awesome from day one. But actually flying in them? That was another matter.
Two-year-old me hated every last waking moment of my first flight. And, according to my parents, I made sure everyone within earshot knew it. My blood-curdling screams, which I’m told lasted most of the flight between Boston Logan and Minneapolis via Detroit, were endearing enough to encourage many of my fellow fliers on board to pick up and find somewhere—anywhere—else to ride out the two-hour living hell (Editor’s note: Jeremy still reacts similarly today).