April 24th 2017

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flying
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I’ve just landed at the Dublin airport. Still dark, though during the descent the first yellows, blues and reds were breaking at the horizon. I’ve never been to Dublin, let alone Ireland, and am loving the Irish accent. I’ve looked for my beloved airplane—the 747—both here and at Logan. Not one. The airbus A330 is a lovely plane, but I’ll always love the spiral staircase in the Boeing. Behind me is as close as I’ll come to an Irish Pub, at least on this trip—a little pub in the terminal called the “The Gate Clock”. Sadly, as much an imitation as any Irish pub at any other airport, but at least can lay claim to being in Ireland. That must count for something.
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114 April 24th 2017 | bottlecap
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