Logan Airport, Gate 32, by Patrick Madrid
This one caught me by surprise. What struck me is that here we are, nearly ten years later, and this shot immediately made me think of 9/11, even though 9/11/01 was a gorgeous day of weather, and not a bit rainy. It reminds me that often, when I drive toward the city, I watch the planes looping around LaGuardia Airport and JFK, and I whisper up a prayer. And that sometimes I stand outside, and view the empty sky, and remember a day when it was emptier, still, except for the fighter plane that seemed so low, so very low. I could see the pilot. It is all so very vivid in my memory:
The weather in Boston the last few days was raw, rainy, and dreary. This is why, perhaps, as I waited a few hours in the American Airlines terminal at Boston Logan Airport for my (weather-delayed) flight home, my mind turned to somber things.
Pondering the fact that, at 7:45 a.m. on September 11, 2001, American Flight 11 pulled back from gate 32 and commenced its journey into death, I realized that though I had flown in and out of that airport many times over the years, I hadn’t stopped to think of its historical importance as one of the starting points of the terror attacks on the United States that terrible morning.
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