R.M.P Marotta Long Island

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Well, I wouldn’t pick CEO, astronaut, or even international man of mystery—although I do own a cool trench coat. No, I’d go full throttle into the past—1939, to be precise—and fly the Boeing 314 Clipper. It was the golden age of air travel, and the Clipper was the crown jewel—think Titanic in the sky, minus the iceberg.

First, let’s rewind this airborne daydream to the beginning. The Boeing 314 was born in the mind of engineer Wellwood Beall, a man who apparently had one of the most productive dining room tables in aviation history, as this was his design space. Inspired by the enormous wing of the XB-15 and, rumor has it, a very long boat ride back from China, Beall envisioned a flying cruise liner that would make the ocean crossing feel more like a five-star cruise than a desperate sardine in a tin can.

By June 1939, the dream took flight. Pan American Airways launched regular service with the Boeing 314, and it was nothing short of outrageous luxury. We’re talking 74 passengers, 10 crew, a full-service galley, passenger compartments with actual sleeping berths, vanities, and—get this—a honeymoon suite called the Deluxe Compartment. A literal love nest in the sky! Meanwhile, today I’m lucky if my tray table isn’t sticky.

Captain Bill Nash, one of the Pan Am legends, once said passengers dined in a 14-place dining room, seated at black walnut tables, with meals served by stewards in white coats. That’s not a flight, that’s Downton Abbey at 10,000 feet. I’d love to fly this aircraft and be served prime rib, or preferably pizza, at the same time!

Of course, I know what you’re thinking… “But Brian, were you even alive in 1939?” No, but don’t worry. This is my fantasy job for one day, not a well-researched documentary on PBS. So, I’m suspending reality for today…

So there I’d be: Captain for a day aboard the mighty Boeing 314 Clipper. I’d greet my passengers with a confident nod and a faint aroma of Brylcreem, steer our aluminum yacht across the ocean with swagger, and probably get written up for “unauthorized use of the honeymoon suite.” But let’s be honest, could you resist sneaking a peek at the plush linens? Just saying… 🤷😉

And when the day ends and I’m back in 2025—crammed in economy with my knees somewhere near my ears—I’ll remember that one perfect day. When I flew a flying boat so beautiful, so luxurious, it made modern air travel look like… well, a Greyhound with wings.

So yeah, if I could do one job for one day? I’d fly the Boeing 314. And I’d order pizza—extra cheese, please! Yeah, I know… they didn’t serve pizza on this bird, but this is my fantasy, so deal with it! Lol!