It came to pass, when the weather was right
and the air traffic patterns were appropriately tight,
that the trail from ATL to LGA did make
a pass o'er CLE and the lake.
Where goes the trail, we may not know:
as it twists, it turns, it bends.
Along the trail we follow though
we see not where it wends.
19 July 2011
DL 485
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Showing posts with label airplane. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
The child in 29A
The eyes of the child in 29A grew wide as
turbulence buffeted the plane on its approach to ATL-
wind gusts pushed it from side to side and up and down.
The face of the child in 29A turned pale as
the plane finally hit the ground with
a thud,
a thunk,
a thump.
The gasp of the child in 29A could be easily heard as
the plane fishtailed down the runway
before slowing to taxiing speed.
The mouth of the child in 29A smiled, slightly smiled, as
the woman in 29C said,
"I told you we would be OK."
The ears of the child in 29A did not hear as
the woman in 29C turned and said 'cross the aisle:
"That really was pretty rough."
"We're walking away," said 29D.
"Any landing you walk away from is a good landing."
"Amen," added 29E.
The hands of the child in 29A, as
the plane neared the gate,
began to torment his brother.
19 July 2011
DL 1716, DL 485
turbulence buffeted the plane on its approach to ATL-
wind gusts pushed it from side to side and up and down.
The face of the child in 29A turned pale as
the plane finally hit the ground with
a thud,
a thunk,
a thump.
The gasp of the child in 29A could be easily heard as
the plane fishtailed down the runway
before slowing to taxiing speed.
The mouth of the child in 29A smiled, slightly smiled, as
the woman in 29C said,
"I told you we would be OK."
The ears of the child in 29A did not hear as
the woman in 29C turned and said 'cross the aisle:
"That really was pretty rough."
"We're walking away," said 29D.
"Any landing you walk away from is a good landing."
"Amen," added 29E.
The hands of the child in 29A, as
the plane neared the gate,
began to torment his brother.
19 July 2011
DL 1716, DL 485
Sad and mournful
They lose their fight to hold back tears
as they struggle for the words to say goodbye.
An awkward final embrace, then
a flight attendant gently takes the child's hand.
At jetway entry, the child turns.
From under a mop of yellow curls,
red-rimmed eyes look where the father stands.
Brave waves exchanged,
the child continues toward the plane.
The father steps to the window,
presses his hands, leans his forehead.
To support himself?
To try to pass through the glass?
Condensate forms underneath his nose.
He stares at the plane as passengers embark.
The jetway retracts,
the plan backs away.
Until it disappears from view,
the father's fixed gaze follows.
Then, and only then,
he slowly turns,
rubs his eyes,
and leaves the gate.
Alone.
19 July 2011
Gate C38
Denver International Airport
as they struggle for the words to say goodbye.
An awkward final embrace, then
a flight attendant gently takes the child's hand.
At jetway entry, the child turns.
From under a mop of yellow curls,
red-rimmed eyes look where the father stands.
Brave waves exchanged,
the child continues toward the plane.
The father steps to the window,
presses his hands, leans his forehead.
To support himself?
To try to pass through the glass?
Condensate forms underneath his nose.
He stares at the plane as passengers embark.
The jetway retracts,
the plan backs away.
Until it disappears from view,
the father's fixed gaze follows.
Then, and only then,
he slowly turns,
rubs his eyes,
and leaves the gate.
Alone.
19 July 2011
Gate C38
Denver International Airport
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Jet Blue Flight 868 - Random observations
The complimentary head set really isn't that sweet of a deal when you sit in the row where the monitors don't work.
For a good time, nothing quite beats riding for 3.5 hours with a strange dude's elbow embedded in your rib cage.
Of course he may well be thinking that it is truly a joy and delight to sit by a dude whose shirt smells like it has been used to rub down the winner of the Kentucky Derby.
They actually are charging for pillows and blankets on this flight. I have heard of such, but this is the first time I have seen it.
Duh, should have read the fine print. It's a "never-been slept on pillow" and a blanket that's "mine, just mine." If only I had seen that sooner - I have been experiencing such an overwhelming desire to own a miniature pillow.
One flight attendant wore rubber gloves to stow our bags and no gloves to pass out customs forms. Another flight attendant did the exact opposite. What's the deal with that.
I have seen things on this airplane that I have had no desire to see. Ever. There really should be fashion police for those people who wear too few clothes.
See you along the Trail.
25 May 2011
KIN - JFK
For a good time, nothing quite beats riding for 3.5 hours with a strange dude's elbow embedded in your rib cage.
Of course he may well be thinking that it is truly a joy and delight to sit by a dude whose shirt smells like it has been used to rub down the winner of the Kentucky Derby.
They actually are charging for pillows and blankets on this flight. I have heard of such, but this is the first time I have seen it.
Duh, should have read the fine print. It's a "never-been slept on pillow" and a blanket that's "mine, just mine." If only I had seen that sooner - I have been experiencing such an overwhelming desire to own a miniature pillow.
One flight attendant wore rubber gloves to stow our bags and no gloves to pass out customs forms. Another flight attendant did the exact opposite. What's the deal with that.
I have seen things on this airplane that I have had no desire to see. Ever. There really should be fashion police for those people who wear too few clothes.
See you along the Trail.
25 May 2011
KIN - JFK
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