Remember the good old days when you could drive out and lay on the hood of your car and watch the planes take off and land at the airport? Back before it was Indianapolis International Airport? There was nothing more relaxing or romantic than a bottle of Boones Farm, a blanket, the stars and dreaming of being on one of those planes to some exotic destination. I spent many hours watching planes come and go...wondering where they were from, where they were headed. When I was little, Mom would take us to the airport and wed go in, get some snacks and sit and watch planes take off and land. It was a fun and cheap way to spend an afternoon. Schools used to take kids on fieldtrips to the airport, too. You could take your loved one all the way to the boarding gate and watch then get on the plane, see it taxi away and watch it take off. There was nothing more exciting than seeing a plane land, taxi to the gate and watch for that loved one to get off that plane. In 1995, I took a dear friend to the airport to go to his grandfathers funeral. It was the moment he boarded that plane, that I realized he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. When his return flight landed and I saw him come off that plane, I knew he felt the same about me, too. Seeing him board that plane and him watching me as he left, changed our lives forever. I often wonder if things had been then as they are today, if wed have come to the same conclusions. I am so glad I was able to have that experience. Now, thanks to terrorists, Homeland Security and just plain idiots, you cant even get near an airport without passports, security clearance and practically an act of God.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 15:15:24 +0000
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