Every morning on the way to work I pass by Midway Airport, and despite the traffic I sometimes run into because of it, traveling past this busy transit center definitely has its perks.
I’ll be sitting at the light, usually listening to my latest audio book, eating my bagel when all of a sudden I hear a loud rumbling noise. Before I can even crane my neck to look out the window, a plane appears so close that it looks as if I could stick my hand out the window and touch it. And then all too soon, the moment is over and the plane has landed.
The news heard round the world: to all the families who lost loved ones on that awful day...
One of my coworkers told me the other day that when she and her husband were first dating, they would sit in the parking lot at one of the nearby restaurants, munching on french fries and waiting for the planes to pass by overhead. A charming idea that perfectly suits the Midway neighborhood; I love it.
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The Girl and Her Dog 
My parents used to do that…
Believe it or not growing up in Garfield Ridge back in the early 1960’s a big nite out for the Gaths was milk shakes from White Castle and watching the planes come in on 55th and Central. Ray and Annie G last of the big time spender, Only Kidding