I got talking with a friend who does a lot of business travel. She said that she considered an airport in a particular American city, ‘huge’.
Even although it’s been a good number of years since I traveled through that airport and what was a just-started expansion when I was flying through it is now complete, I still wouldn’t consider it ‘huge’. To me, only Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson and Dallas’ DFW, where in each you have to take a train to go from concourse to concourse, would be considered ‘huge’, domestically.
Likewise, when the bleached-blonde, red-nailed, two-carat Ex described Amsterdam’s Schiphol Airport as ‘huge’, when I flew through it a couple of years ago, it didn’t seem big enough to be deemed ‘huge’, to me.
I started thinking about the airports I’ve been in. There’s been a few. I listed them in a spreadsheet.
Forty-eight. In eleven countries.
That’s a lot of rental cars and a lot of nights in a hotel room. I don’t know if I should be proud or ashamed.
Here they are:
Thunder Bay, ON
San Antonio, TX
San Juan, PR
Cape Town, South Africa
The list does not include Chattanooga TN, visited – because I love to torture myself – but not flown through.
Other people had lives, joined bowling leagues, went to church on Wednesdays. I went to public restrooms and joined Frequent Flier programs. My traveling friend has a fancy new car that sounds a particular ‘ping’ as an alert when a door is ajar.
It is identical to the sound heard on an airplane and I was fully expecting to hear a female voice say, “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the aircraft has come to a complete halt and the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt signs.”
When I was a teenager in the sixties, I sent off to Eastern Airlines for an employment kit to see what was required to become a steward on an airplane. At the same time, on television I enjoyed a program called “Along Came Bronson”, about a guy on a motorcycle who traveled from town to town, meeting new people constantly.
In a way, it looks like they both – Eastern Airlines and Bronson – became a reality.
(Regarding the title, ‘ATL’ is the airport code for Atlanta, ‘YYZ’ is the airport code for Toronto.)Share