Take offs and Landings

On my third day of SPRING BREAK Paterson and I drove down the Historic Columbia River Highway. We drove back into town on Marine Dr. and stopped outside the fence of the airport and watched planes take off and land. Seeing a plane on the horizon we would try and guess which airline it was. We were never right. I would guess Southwest and it was be obvious from before the planes were even near the runway it wasn't Southwest. They have grey planes. We weren't the only ones watching. A few trucks pulled up and men ate their lunches from Burger King while watching lift off and touch down.

I'm afraid of flying. I have been for about nine years. It's not a 9/11 thing. Although I have spun some crazy scenarios in my head about terrorists taking over planes. On one flight from Burbank to Portland there was a man who had boxes and boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts. I was sure that he had poisoned them and was going to offer them to us or force us to eat them, we'd all die, or pass out and he would take over the plane. I know, it's a ridiculous plan that doesn't make sense. But I'm not scared of the terrorist stuff as much as I'm scared of the plane have some sort of mechanical error. I don't even like writing about it. But even with this fear I've alway had an attraction to airports. Not the inside, food court, Brookstone, souvenir part of them, but the runway part, the take off and landing part. I plan to take my lunch to this spot in the near future.