Path of Flight

Do you ever sit at home and wonder, what do airlines do with all of the flight attendant garb from over the years? And the cutlery, and maybe even the old planes?

               I hope TJ Maxx has something similar.

Lucky for all of us, the Los Angeles Board of Airport Commissioners gave the thumbs up for an educational center to be built in LAX’s Imperial Terminal. The main focus of the museum is to celebrate LAX’s big 75th anniversary, and the 100th anniversary of the Wright Brothers first powered flight.

Flight Path was founded in 1995 as a nonprofit, community-based organization to honor aviation pioneers, recognize the economic importance of aviation and aerospace to Southern California, and encourage youth to pursue education and careers in aviation-related fields.

The Flight Path museum has open galleries filled with intriguing items ranging from the glorious uniforms of flight attendants past, to sublime plane models, entertaining collectables, and useful oddities that airlines have issued. There’s even a DC3 humbly parked in the back, for your exploring pleasure. You can take in what leisurely lives passengers once had aboard.

Among the DC3, there are other commercial planes that are no longer in service. If your timing is right, the all-volunteer staff will allow you to tour these majestic beasts.

Possible Virgin Galactic uniform

You could spend an hour in here if you’re not reading all the signs, but for the aviation enthusiasts, I would say a few hours for full immersion and make believe. If you get to LAX with a few extra hours due to neurotically overthinking the commute, swing by the Flight Path Museum for some history and fashion inspiration.

 

16 hour flights were meant to be chain smoked on.

Flight Path Museum and Learning Center

6661 W. Imperial Highway, Los Angeles (South side of the airport)

Parking: Free

Flight Times:

Tuesday – Saturday: 10AM – 3PM

Closed Sundays

Guided Tours: Thursdays at 10AM

Admission: Free

Mental.

It’s been exactly (ok, over) 4 years since I began to medicate with pharmaceuticals. My mental state prior was comparable to a shelf of my grandmother’s fine china, on the San Andreas fault. Trembling and unable to compose myself enough to do what needed to be done, I quietly sulked at home, avoiding reality at any cost.

You’re probably curious at this point; why is a blog about mental illness on a LA culture blog? Especially when it hasn’t been updated in a minute.

To most, I appear as in control woman who travels constantly  (while not blogging) without issue as I post photo after photo of bucket list destinations (not on my blog). When others mention their anxiety of planes and air travel, I commiserate along beside them. Three side eyes and an eye roll later, my story is being demanded by my grounded company.

Being a high functioning (read: heavily medicated) anxious person makes others naysay your affliction. I confess, I had an EXCELLENT therapist who was a total hardass that made me take responsibility for my emotions, and taught me to be more introspective when I’m in the trenches. I gotta say, it makes all the difference. That, and being on a low dose of Lexapro with a dash of Xanax improved my standard of living. Instead of rattling dishes, I could finally relate to my spirit animal: a goat.

Seriously?

A goat doesn’t give a single fuck about anything except eating. And scratching it’s itchy spots. And spawning. But mostly eating.

I visualize that when I’m feeling like the fault line is going to crack, and send all the saucers and tea cups to their fiery death. Or, I yell at myself in the toliet closet to “snap out of it” while dancing and singing like a goat would do if she could.

Sometimes I think I should have went with Cheetah, but they’re just as anxious as me.

The mind is a powerful, pissed off demon at times. I refuse to let it hold me back from doing the things I love the most.

So, if the idea of being a goat can get me outta the house so I can investigate another L.A. hidden gem, I think I’ll take it.

With a side of Xanax, of course.