The Airport

Oh, if it wasn't for the blasted terrorists, going to the airport might still be fun. But nowadays, the airport is just about as much fun as the downtown Greyhound station. The real difference between the two, being that the questionable people are employed by the NSA, not hoping to somehow get together enough cash for a ticket to Twin Falls.

Sad thing is, that the airport, unlike the Greyhound station, was actually a fun place, once upon a time. I can remember going to the airport on a family outing as a kid. Watching the planes take off and land, taking the train, eating at a coffee shop and window shopping at the really expensive shops, think of an expensive version of the Made in Washington store. When I was older in the days before the first gulf war, we would go to the airport and play tag and raise hell in general, throughout the terminals. Never drawing the ire of the hired help. Nowadays, if you are flying it is a bunch poking and patting down, and don't forget taking off shoes. I suppose that is the price of freedom, but I hate it, I haven't even started on how miserable the flights are anymore, but I'll save that for another time.

In honor of a time when Airports were fun and flying was exciting, pictures of a bygone era.