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Writer's Block: Father nature
Jun. 20th, 2010 02:06 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
When I was a little kid, we used to live in Elizabeth. My father would take me and my younger brother here and park the car in the shoulder, below the south approach for airplanes landing at Newark International Airport. And we would sit there for a while and watch airplanes land. (You can't do this anymore - the road has since been widened to three lanes each way, obliterating the shoulder that used to be there. Not to mention that in a post-9/11 world, airplane-watching would probably be suspicious to law enforcement.)
Here the landing aircraft would fly very low to the ground, probably only about 150 feet above the road, while they approach the landing strip just to the north. The jet's landing gear was out as they would roar overhead and eventually land off in the distance, tires screeching on the surface when they made contact. Also, the movement of goods and people all around was a sight in and of itself. A constant stream of trucks on North Ave heading to and from the various warehouses in the area. The NJ Turnpike was a never-ending river of headlights and taillights. Beyond the Turnpike sit the gangly frames of the cranes at Newark Bay at the numerous shipping terminals The airport itself was a sea of golden-yellow HID lights. Also visible were the Newark skyline, the Anheuser-Busch Budweiser plant, and the numerous manufacturing facilities all around. When you're a little kid, all of this is pretty amazing to see. Even now as an adult, the area has a unique gritty industrial appeal all its own.
This would be bonding time for me with my father. I may have written about this before, but here it is once again for Father's Day.
When I was a little kid, we used to live in Elizabeth. My father would take me and my younger brother here and park the car in the shoulder, below the south approach for airplanes landing at Newark International Airport. And we would sit there for a while and watch airplanes land. (You can't do this anymore - the road has since been widened to three lanes each way, obliterating the shoulder that used to be there. Not to mention that in a post-9/11 world, airplane-watching would probably be suspicious to law enforcement.)
Here the landing aircraft would fly very low to the ground, probably only about 150 feet above the road, while they approach the landing strip just to the north. The jet's landing gear was out as they would roar overhead and eventually land off in the distance, tires screeching on the surface when they made contact. Also, the movement of goods and people all around was a sight in and of itself. A constant stream of trucks on North Ave heading to and from the various warehouses in the area. The NJ Turnpike was a never-ending river of headlights and taillights. Beyond the Turnpike sit the gangly frames of the cranes at Newark Bay at the numerous shipping terminals The airport itself was a sea of golden-yellow HID lights. Also visible were the Newark skyline, the Anheuser-Busch Budweiser plant, and the numerous manufacturing facilities all around. When you're a little kid, all of this is pretty amazing to see. Even now as an adult, the area has a unique gritty industrial appeal all its own.
This would be bonding time for me with my father. I may have written about this before, but here it is once again for Father's Day.
