The Redondo Beach, California man is nothing if not dedicated, passionate and perhaps a little bit crazy.
Anthony Toth literally bought a house with an over sized garage. Was he planning on filling that garage with a gas guzzling SUV? Nope! Was he going to make it a spare bedroom or work out room? Not this crazy Californian.
Toth did something nobody does. He transformed his garage into a museum like, re-creation of a first class cabin of a Pan Am 747.
REALLY?
This guy literally re-created the cabin, complete with seats, spiral staircase and galley.
I barely have the energy to trim the hedges on the weekend, and Toth is out scouring the countryside purchasing nostalgic airplane parts and components.
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According to published reports: Anthony Toth is so “obsessed” with perfectly recreating a vintage Pan Am first-class cabin in his garage that he once traveled to Thailand for original Pan Am branded headphones.”
THAILAND!!! I get pissed when my wife tells me to go get the dry cleaning.
A guy with an obsession like this could be dangerous. The son of Sam was obsessed. Rumor is he loved bullets. So was Richard Ramirez. He liked Zodiac signs. Ted Bundy apparently liked collecting things in his basement. As far as I can tell, Mr. Toth’s obsession, though unusual, is not dangerous. Except to his bank account, where reports indicate his 20 year obsession has cost him some $50,000 dollars.
Hey Anthony, if you’re going to be obsessed why don’t you collect rain coats for the poor, or shave cats and donate the hair to feline leukemia foundations, or grow a beard and run across the country from sea to shining sea many times in a row.
Apparently Mr. Toth began this fascination with Pan Am interior decorating as a kid when he and his parents visited family members in Europe.
Pan Am doesn’t exist anymore, but back when it did, it was the Cadillac of the skies. Back in the day flying was so much different than the bus station mentality that it is now. It was a privilege to board a sleek jet airliner and travel at sub sonic speed to a destination full of promise and fun. Back in the day, when Pan Am was king, Passengers were educated, they were the upper crust of society. Snooty men wore coats and ties. Chain smoking trophy wives wore dresses. Children who were secretly beaten in closets inside mansions didn’t kick your seat back repeatedly like your ass was a set of maracas.
Back in the day the stewardesses, yes they were called stewardesses, wore white gloves and served prime rib on fine china. They didn’t sing rap songs into the cabin mic asking everyone in the peanut gallery to put their hands up like they just don’t care.
Now it’s a cattle call in a spandex wearing arm pit. You pay extra for a bag slightly bigger than a toaster oven. Once you get to your seat, you spend the next four hours fighting the guy next to you for the armrest.
Now-a-days, the dregs of society sweat through a Hawaiian shirt and a tent like mu mu as they and their over sized asses slosh through airports.
Had Mr. Toth grown up in this era, his garage would be filled with old clunkers and a quiet sadness.
And that is crazy.