Flying, Airports, and Adam-12

Well, here it is. Heading to California again to visit Luke and Amanda. Bonnie, Ben, and I. I love California. I love LA, Moorpark, Simi, etc.

I love airports. I love the planes, the look, the signs, running through Houston airport because my flight was late, arriving at Gate 2 and my connecting flight in 10 minutes is at Gate 52. Yes, I really like airports.

Everytime I’m at the airport, Jimmy Buffett’s “Changing in Latitudes, Changing in Attitudes” comes to mind. “Reading departure signs in some big airport, reminds me of the places I’ve been”.  Brings back many good memories (and a couple bad ones).

I was flying into Pittsburgh from Orlando, and the pilot says, “We will be weathering some disturbance”. The plane dropped 2000 feet (ok, maybe NOT that much, but enough to make me wish I’d written a will) immediately. The lady next to me had wine, it hit the ceiling and spilled on us. Two rows back someone was puking. I don’t believe the pilot “weathered” it very well. So that’s the bad experience. But I still love to fly.

 

I like the display of “confiscated weapons” that Cleveland airport has. Makes you feel safe that they confiscated a BUTCHER KNIFE and HAND GRENADE before they boarded. That was, of course, all before 9/11.

 

Now when I travel, I love to see the security let the man in the turban pass without notice, while they frisk an old lady like it’s their first date. Ah, political correctness, but that’s for another post.

 

One of the greatest views I had was flying into Newark, NJ and the sun was just beginning to set. We flew out over the ocean to circle in and I looked out and there was the Statue of Liberty. It was humbling and I  wondered how my grandfathers felt when they came over from Italy and they saw that beautiful lady. They came through on Ellis Island and became US citizens and got jobs to support my parents. They didn’t sneak over a border and get welfare, but again, political correctness is for another post.

 

I remember flying into LA at night, with all the lights. Gorgeous. Flying above the clouds from Ft. Lauderdale to Pittsburgh and going through the clouds to snow and overcast. Taking off over Detroit and getting a Goodyear Blimp view of the Tigers and Lions stadiums. The Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania. Home.

 

Flying over Pike’s Peak and thinking how small it looked. Seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time. Saying, “wow, those people look like ants” and Ben saying, “Dad, they are ants, we haven’t taken off yet”.

 

Being on the plane and Bonnie telling me to turn down my I-Phone music because it was bothering the other passengers. This was with my headphones on. I may have hearing issues.

 

I don’t travel much. That little Facebook thing that asks, “how many states have you been in” came in at about 25, which includes Texas because of the airport. I’ll add Arizona for the home flight. That’s 26.

 

I hope I can travel more. Maybe I’ll get lucky and meet famous people at the airport. My niece Dee Dee meets presidents, singers, etc. My claim to fame was meeting the two guys from Adam-12 when they flew into Youngstown to perform in a play with their spouses. Cool at the time. To everyone under 50, Adam-12 was a cop show on TV. Yes, it was in color.

 

My wife met the Yankees in Toronto airport back in the 70’s. Lou Piniella tried to hit on her. Too bad “Sweet Lou”, I got her. I’d love to meet someone famous at an airport.

 

I’m heading to Haiti in September and January for a mission trip. I look forward to this so much. I’m sure “African Friend” by Jimmy Buffett will go through my mind at the airport in Haiti.

 

So we’re going to California. I love California. (Did I say that already?) Maybe I’ll meet someone famous. Either way, I’ll see someone who already is famous to me but is going to be famous to everyone else. Luke. And that works for me.

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