Friday, February 01, 2008

Memories of a Flight

The other evening I was outdoors looking at the sky. The color of the clouds ranged from yellow to deep red and I was reminded of a flight I once took from Newark to Portland. It was a strange flight because the flight I was booked on was canceled due to a mechanical problem, and United worked quickly to get all the passengers onto flights with other carriers.

With only moments to get to another terminal, I dashed, and made it just in time. The flight took off and ascended through beautiful red sunset clouds. Heading west we were nearly keeping up with the sunset but it did get dark by the time we got to the Mid-West.

Another memorable part of that flight was the movie. They played, The Last Star Fighter, which was a cute film, not a great film but cute. There was a line in the film that still goes through my mind every time I pass a trailer home.

There were two characters that were getting to know one another before they went into battle and they were sharing photos of their homes and families. Greg, a lizard like creature showed Alex a photo of his lizardlings and the cave in which they lived. Alex shared a photo of his family outside his trailer home. He told Greg, “We live in a trailer, which is like a cave on wheels, but it never goes anywhere.”


Anonymous Moosehead said...

If flying is so safe, why do they call it a terminal...

6:05 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Why do they sell Moosehead in Canada? Are there actually moose heads in those cans and bottles?

9:11 PM  
Blogger nootka said...

This is a great the pic. Did you take it?

12:36 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Thanks, nope, it came from flickr.

9:48 PM  

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