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Descent into Boston - The Cover Story
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Fri, May. 27th, 2005 09:41 am
Descent into Boston

I rarely operate out of Logan Airport. Its located between the water and Boston, not exactly a large area. Getting to Logan means either driving a round-about path through the tunnels of I-93, or paying multiple tolls of I-90 (I also opt the latter). This weekend, though, I had to fly into Logan Airport. My aircraft was descending through the clouds the hung low over the city last night, dropping untold quantities of some western waters on the Hub of the Universe. Out my window, I couldn't even see the wingtips, I could only see the steady glow of the implicit ILS light, and the occasional red flash of our dorsal navigation light. As we dropped, torqued, and glided down through the turbulent clouds, presently we finally broke through the ceiling, and appeared not 1,000 feet over the streets, flying just south of the Charles at Cambridge. Like a great bowl of spaghetti, the streets of Boston, Cambridge, and the other communities twisted and turned, looping about, forming the odd square or rotary, as the eternal orange flashing of Boston renewal grouped around the major arteries and other, seemingly meaningless sites about the town. The ground was awash with the light of the city, save for the river, which despite its reflective nature stood as a ribbon of black against the brillance, winding its way to the harbor. The clouds, far closer to us than the land, glowed brightly with the reflection of the city lights, making the night seem brighter than the evening, and proving a readable source for any inclined to do so on the soil below.

As the ground began its inexorable climb to meet us, we passed over the river, into the industrial district of Boston. Factories, storage, and railyards swarmed beneath the airliner as it sliced through the rain on its path to the runway. As we fell further toward the Earth, the houses of the North Shore encroached further and further into the production areas, until finally, the River curved back up, and broke the two cleanly at the harbor's container ship dock, and with that, the whole scene was engulfed by the Harbor, as we silently cruised, now very close to the water. Just as the it looked as if Massachusetts Bay we going to swallow the plane, the shore of Logan streaked around us, and provided a hard, flat ground for us to finish out journey on, in the last hour of Thursday night.

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(Anonymous)
Fri, May. 27th, 2005 09:41 pm (UTC)

beautifully creative...welcome home commander!


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jjlc
Fri, Jun. 17th, 2005 07:34 pm (UTC)

You know, if you had decided to write technical manuals, I might actually bother to read them....


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