Working for the CIA, known as the Central Intelligence Agency, was really one of the most exciting and dangerous adventures that Leif and I ever had done together.
How did it begin? Well, one of my stewardess roommates that I lived with in New York and Miami married a wonderful, handsome young man who worked for the CIA. He was based in Miami right after the big mess in Cuba in 1963.
I had already left Miami and was into my Navy Test Pilot’s wife’s adventures. My roommate was not up on current affairs, and was so excited when she told me about dating this really great guy who worked for an airline called CIA. Remember that this is a true story, and who could have made the CIA airline story up? Not even me.
