We Used to Drive to the Airport Just to Watch: The Day Flying Stopped Being Magic
For a good stretch of the twentieth century, American families would pile into the car on a Sunday afternoon and drive to the airport with no ticket to buy and no flight to catch — just to watch the planes. The terminal was a destination, the observation deck a genuine attraction, and the act of flight something close to a miracle worth witnessing. Today, that sense of wonder is almost impossible to locate inside an airport, and understanding why tells you something about how familiarity quietly