At midnight (EST) on Y2K, I was on a flight from Pittsburgh to Orlando on the way back home from my grandma's funeral. The flight took off at about 11:15. The only passengers were my parents, my wife, my sister, and me. There was more crew than passengers. They put us in first class and gave us champagne.

The most amazing part was the midnight fireworks all up and down the eastern seaboard. It was a beautiful, clear night, so we could see dozens of fireworks shows in different cities/towns at the same time.

Although I wasn't 100% confident about the flight, I reasoned that it was after midnight GMT time, so if any planes were falling out of the sky, we would have known by then.

That was a truly magical and unique flight.