NOW FOR THE REST OF THE STORY
Although
here are numerous versions of how the legend of the Last Flight Out
started, seldom is the real legend ever revealed, here’s the one we
like best….
During the late 1960’s and
early 70’s an airline named Air Sunshine operating out of Miami,
Florida, used the venerable DC-3, and serviced most all of the
Caribbean. On numerous islands Air Sunshine was truly the one and only
last flight out back to the States. On one particular tropical isle,
late in the evening, the bartenders up and down “watering hole row”
would dolefully announce that it was 10 pm and that at 11 o’clock the
last flight out was leaving for the mainland. Heavy hearted and mostly
reluctant travelers ventured to the airport only to discover a number
of potential possibilities: 1.) No Plane, 2.) Yes Plane, No Crew, 3.)
Yes Plane, Yes Crew, Broken Plane. Air Sunshine’s on-time performance
was never in the big leagues so both detractors and lovers of the
struggling airline called it affectionately: Air Sometimes. When one
would miss that last flight out, there was only one place left to
gather: Harry’s Airport Bar.
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23 and a half hours a day with flat beer and 25-day-old scotch,
patron’s who had had their fill of party and libations all looked
around for a decent cup of Joe and a few aspirins. Most everyone agreed
that the island sure could use a coffee shop and the idea of the Last
Flight Out Cafe was born.
Like any good
idea, a logo, tagline and T-shirts quickly followed. The logo
celebrated the DC-3 and “Last Flight Out” and folks quickly became
identified as being “some of those LFO people” who really wanted to
stay in paradise, not return to interstate gridlock and celebrate the
more meaningful things in life, like a great sunset, good friends and a
cold, tropical adult beverage.
The T-shirts sold so well that they never got around to opening the Java Shoppe.
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