At 7:30 am this morning, I arrived at work and left promptly at 8 am....to go on a field trip.
We left the building and rushed over to a bridge - don't ask me for its name - where we saw a line of people already lining up and looking down along the river bank, another hundred people scattered along the walkway. People, rushing off to work, started asking questions. What's the big event?
A flyby, we told them, of five F-15s. In ten minutes! Except it wasn't 10 minutes. It was more like 45. We waited and waited and waited. While we waited, we talked airplanes and aviation. We talked about the beautiful weather and jumped every time the subway train passed, thinking we had missed the big event.
We got antsy but the signs were pointing to good things. The helicopters stopped moving around. The boats stayed out of the waters. The planes at Logan airport weren't putting any new planes into the sky. And then, just when I thought it wasn't worth the wait, they showed up. Flying by slowly. We all stopped and looked up, including the traffic.
It was great but slightly disappointing. "Where were the afterburners?" My coworker teased, but in that way where you really meant what you said. As if they sensed our slight sadness, they flew by again, this time faster, with more thunder echoing off the buildings.