All Gone

Back in the old days, we use to go to the airport to people and plane watch. Cheap entertainment on a Sunday afternoon. I liked the International side and you could spin all kinds of stories in your mind about the people you were seeing disembark. Their clothing would be different and sometimes quite bizarre. Some hairdos were certainly "ahead" of their times, some, the times would never arrive.

Then there would be the observation deck. Watching all the plane traffic. For the times you might
not want to go into the airport proper, there were places to park at the end of the runways, outside the parameter of the airport. I remember going out to see the first 747 land at San Antonio. Also there would be other cars there, fathers bringing their sons. Sort of an airplane watching cult.

Fast forward to the present. It is a shame some simple things of the past are gone.