A very good friend of our family was a navigator on a B-24 in Europe. After the war he never set foot inside a plane again up until the early 2000's.
He was on Cape Cod with my parents when he suffered a stroke and they had to fly him to Boston. That was the only time he ever got into a plane. He survived the stroke, but passed away a few years later when he was in his early nineties. When I was a little kid, I asked him why he wouldn't fly. He would just say that he'd spent enough time in the air and didn't need any more. They went to Florida every year in the spring. They would drive from the Cape to our house and stay a few days. Then they would get on the Auto-Train the rest of the way down. My parents would fly down and meet them, but they never flew.
