As many of my readers know, I am a transplant from Long Island. I have lived here far more years than on Long Island, however.
When I was a young child, LaGuardia Airport was a mere 30 minutes from my home. Planes were still new and a marvel to children.
One day, my dad came home from school (he taught Industrial Arts in New York City) and asked my mother to get us dressed — we were going to the airport. We weren’t flying anywhere or picking anyone up, we were just going to the airport.
I can remember my mother getting my sister ready. We wore our brown matching sailing dresses and matching hats! This was indeed a special occasion.