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affection, the prospect of a big account.
"My name is Frank Williams, and I represent Carib Air of Puerto Rico," I said crisply. "As you probably know, we are expanding service to the continental United States, and we presently have two hundred people in our facilities at Kennedy. Right now we're using only a temporary ID card made of paper, and we want to go to a formal, laminated, plastic-enclosed card with a color photograph and the company logo, similar to what the other airlines use here. We want a quality card, and I understand you people deal only in quality products."
If he knew that Carib Air existed and was expanding to the United States, he knew more than I did. But he was not a man to let the facts stand in the way of a juicy sale.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Williams. Let me show you what we have along that line," he said enthusiastically, leading me to his office. He pulled down a huge, leather-bound sample catalogue from a shelf, leafed through the contents, which ranged from vellum to beautifully watermarked bond, and displayed a whole page of various identification forms.
"Now, most of the airlines we serve use this card here," he said, pointing out one that seemed a duplicate of Pan Am's ID cards. "It has employee number, base, position, description, photograph and, if you wish, a company logo. I think it would do very nicely."
I nodded in complete agreement. "Yes, I think this is the card we want," I said. It was certainly the card I wanted. He gave me a complete cost rundown, including all the variables.
"Can you give me a sample?" I asked on impulse. "I'd like to show it to our top people, since they're the ones who'll have the final say."
The salesman obliged in a matter of minutes. I studied the card. "This is fine, but it's blank," I said. "Tell you what. Why don't we fix this up, so they'll have an idea of what the finished product looks like? We can use me as the subject."
"That's an excellent suggestion," said the salesman, and led me to an ID camera that produced ID-sized mug shots within minutes.
He took several photographs, we selected one (he graciously gave me the culls) and he affixed it to the space on the card, trimming it neatly. He then filled in my phony name, adopted rank (co-pilot), fictitious employee number, height, weight, coloring, age and sex in the appropriate blanks. He then sealed it in a clear, tough plastic and handed it to me with his business card.
"I'm sure we can do a good job for you, Mr. Williams," he said, ushering me out.
He already had done a good job for me, save for one detail. The lovely ID card lacked Pan Am's distinctive logo and firm name. I was wondering how to resolve the problem when a display in the window of a hobby shop caught my eye. There, poised on gracefully curved mounts, was an array of model planes, among them several commercial airliners. And among them a beautiful Pan Am jet, the firm's famed logo on its tail, and the company legend, in the copyrighted lettering used by the airline, on the fuselage and wings.
The model came in several sizes. I bought the smallest, for $2.49, in an unassembled state, and hurried back to my room. I threw the plane parts away. Following instructions in the kit, I soaked the decal and lettering in water until they separated from their holding base. Both the logo and the company name were of microscopically thin plastic. I laid the Pan Am logo on the upper left-hand corner of the ID card and carefully arranged the firm legend across the top of the card. The clear decals, when they dried, appeared to have been printed on the card.
It was perfect. An exact duplicate of a Pan Am identification card. It would have required an examination with a spectroscope to reveal that the decals were actually on the outside of the plastic seal. I could have clipped the ID card on my breast pocket and passed muster at a Pan Am board meeting.
As a fake pilot, however, I was still grounded. I recalled the words of the captain I'd interviewed under false pretenses: "Your license is the most important thing. You've got to have it on your person at all times when operating an aircraft. I carry mine in a folder that also contains my ID. You'll be asked