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Our first stop was Cleveland where it was beginning to snow. We hit Chicago at Midnight and the snow there lay several inches on the ground. It was cold but inside the plane it was warm and quiet with soft reading chairs and dim lights. I don't remember exactly the menu but the [[obscured]] afirst meal aboard was excellent as were all the others en route. At the airport terminal in Chicago I had timeto phone Stan Shier's father and Lee. The latter wouldn't believe it was me and almost fainted when I convinced her. She immediately wanted to come out to the airport but as we[[strikethrough]]c[[/strikethrough]] would be there for only ab out fifteen minutes I dissuaded her from doing so.

We changed planes at Chicago as we did at two oth[[obscured]]
stops during the trip West. Whenever we took off in a different ai rplane the first few minutes of flight were cold ones until the cabin heaters and the bodily warmth of the passangers themselves warmed up the interior. (I personally took part in warming up three airplanes across the United States.)

Omaha, Nebraska was next and as we stepped from the plane the unseasonal spring-like weather hit us with satisfying warmth. 

The stop at Omaha was of short duration but as we took off agian I noticed one the civilian passangers missing and in his stead a brigadier general, oldish and bald with a preoccupied air. "Somebody got[[obsured t]] bumped," I remarked to myself.