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April 23, 2005Hello San FranciscoI never realized how much I missed San Francisco until the plane broke through the fog and glided over the bay. Looking out the window, (I still always book the window seat when I can), I caught a glimpse of abandoned Alameda, and the vacant tarmac where I once flung aside a reporter's notebook to have a shot at driving an M1-A1 tank. I still remember the photog winking at me, as he told an enraged Public Information Officer that, "No sir, I did not get that on tape." The green camouflage of the water brings all sorts of memories flooding back from my college years. Years that part of me wants to suppress and part of me wants to re-live. But it also brings back memories of childhood, when a trip to SFO invariably meant that dad was back from a business trip, and hopefully with a pair of wings or a deck of cards finnagled from the flight attendant. What a difference airlines were back in the day! Cards, pins, meals. Today, I was gratified to know that American Airlines spent part of its cash outflow to provide each passenger with a standard issue granola bar. Posted by carolyn at April 23, 2005 01:35 AM CommentsPost a comment |
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