All this accomplishes is to remind me how much I miss PSA and how much easier and more pleasant air travel was back then. You could go anywhere you wanted within California pretty much whenever you wanted, usually by just showing up at the airport and getting on the next flight. On a real airplane, to boot. The party was over after PSA and Air Cal got assimilated and their planes pointed East, ever since then, we’ve had to rely on Southwest, which was—past tense—ok, and a hodgepodge of little planes run by little airlines making occasional flights to some city pairs and charging a pretty penny to do it. Yes, I’m sure I’m just remembering the good parts, but it was actually pretty good.