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we were streaking along above them and far below I could catch fleeting glimpses of the earth growing dim in the twilight, yellow warm lights appearing where the little settlements lay. But we were droning along at 180 miles an hour up above the rosy clouds, the sunset ahead of us, the western sky bright. The pretty little stewardess brought me a delicious fried chicken dinner which I ate with more relish than any similar meal in a dining car, much as I have always loved that. Pittsfield was well lighted and I could spot the GE Works. Somehow I missed the Hudson completely in the dusk - never saw Albany - believe we passed well south of it on a direct course to Utica. As we roared [[strikethrough]] d [[/strikethrough]] up the Mohawk Valley it grew dark on the Earth but still the western sky was bright to us. I could dimly follow the river and see the valley towns. Utica, which we passed over at 7:08 PM, was a beautiful night but the best of that was yet to come. The Captain reported us running late - expected to arrive at Buffalo at 8:15 PM instead of 8:08 PM on schedule. From Utica to Syracuse was a matter of about 15 minutes but unfortunately I missed Syracuse - it was on the other side from me, and was left behind before the stewardess told me. But Rochester! It was completely dark by that time and we passed just enough south of the city to be able to see it all - a million, twinkling, varicolored lights spread out over a vast area - something too lovely and fairyland like to describe with words! Never have I seen anything to approach it - never! It was as if some god had thrown a vast collection