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For Joe and Marilyn, this was the view from their window as their Pan Am Clipper taxied up to the terminal building and the boarding steps rolled out.
Arriving in Honolulu and stepping out of the aircraft doorway, they were initially greeted by Hula dancers, airline officials and a Honolulu Police escort. Marilyn came down the stairway first, stopping halfway to toss the hair out of her eyes and give her trademark smile. She looked a little sleepy. Joe behind her looked a little bit grim. Soon a rapidly growing crowd of people began to swarm around them and more were coming over from nearby planes to see them.
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