As seen and photographed by my uncle, JUDr Miroslav Kubat, on November 03, 1965.
A family of four bare-bottomed refugees walks from a Superconstellation at Kennedy Airport after a long flight from Vienna, Austria where they had taken refuge following their somewhat harrowing escape from Czechoslovakia. Before landing, the plane spent some time in the pattern, dipping its wing repeatedly as it circled, giving us our first glimpse, in the crisp morning sun, of the Manhattan skyline and the great lady in the harbor.
That was when we finally knew that we had won.
To this day, I cannot think of a more magical moment in my life, and I sincerely hope the feeling never goes away.
And, to this day, I see the Superconnie as the most beautiful plane that ever flew.