UMSL is really close to the airport, so when I’m walking to and from either my car or the Metrolink, I get to watch airplanes land. For some reason I never see any take off. I guess that means that St. Louis is where airplanes come to die.
It does make me a little sad, though. We used to be a big important airport with flights all over the world in big jets. You don’t see any big jets anymore. No 767s, 747s, or 777s. No big Airbuses. You see three kinds of airplanes. 737s, MD-80s, and little regional jets. And honestly, that’s just not as much fun.
I also don’t think that you can park under the path they take to land and watch them fly over you anymore, because you might shoot them down.
Why do all good memories have to be ruined by things changing?
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I had something all philosophical to say, but my malfunctioning space bar is pissing me off. Take it from an ol’ obsessive compulsive–have the good memory and then stop. Don’t analyze it or try to redefine it. Just enjoy it. Wait until you get older and you can’t even remember some of the memories…it’s like having a word on the tip of your tongue, tasting it, feeling it vibrate in the back of your throat but not being able to get it out. It really sucks when that happens to your memories.
I can remember when you could get directly flights to most cities out of St. Louis. Don’t try to do that today.
Your last line is remarkably similar to the last line of the Ginsberg poem I am drooling over this week, in substance and spirit.