“The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams.” 

It is a beautiful morning. The fog is gone. The sun is brilliant, and the sky is a deep blue with a few white clouds. The morning is already warm at 66˚. The temperature will pass 70˚ today. I have errands, and it is the perfect day to do errands and maybe take a ride along the ocean.

When I was a kid, I had no idea what I wanted to be, but I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to jump out of my geography book into real places, faraway places. The pictures in my geography book sent my imagination reeling. I could see myself standing on the mountain in Rio below the giant statue of Christ of the Andes. The statue with his arms outspread. Riding a camel in the desert seemed the height of adventure. I wanted to see old England and the castle of the queen. I wanted to eat strange foods. I wanted to wander.

From my grandparents house, we, my brother, my uncle and I, walked a couple of times to Logan Airport, not a short walk. We didn’t tell my parents. They would have said no so we just left. At the airport, I climbed to a roof observation deck where I could watch the planes. Logan back then was a sprawl of wooden buildings, mostly one story. I watched people walk on the tarmac from the planes to the terminals. Men pushed carts to the planes to unload suitcases. Everyone was well-dressed.

On one of my excursions to Logan Airport when I was around ten or eleven, I collect brochures from every stall and counter. When I got home, I spent hours and days cutting and then pasting pictures from the brochures into an album. It was my travel album, the chronicle of my imaginary journey. On every page were pictures of where I’d been, where I stayed and where I ate. I even wrote commentary. The pages were stiff and thick from the glue on the pictures. Sometimes the pages stuck, but it didn’t matter. I pored over those pages and saw myself everywhere.

I don’t know what happened to that album. I figured during a move it was tossed, but that didn’t matter. The album had come alive. Imaginary trips had become real trips. I had jumped from the pages of my geography books into adventures everywhere.

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4 Comments on ““The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams.” ”

  1. Christer. Says:

    Looks much nicer outside than it is. I can’t feel the wind but can hear how hard it blows. The sun is there most of the time but It’s hard even to pretend that it’s warm, we might have reached 50F today, they guessed that it would be much warmer.

    Still I’ve planted my peach tree and found to my big surprise seven small peaches on it and two more withered flowers that looks as if they’ll grow to peaches too. So if the tree isn’t too stressed by being shipped in a package I might actually have peaches this year. Now I’ll start looking for an apricot tree since that actually was what I wanted and ordered 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      We got to the middle 70’s today. I opened windows as the house was getting hot. Tomorrow will be cooler, more spring on Cape Cod weather.

      I try to buy flowers with plenty of unopened buds so they’ll bloom in the yard. I haven’t bought a tree in nearly forever and never a fruit tree. Our soil here isn’t all that great so I’d be afraid to kill the poor tree.

      Take care!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today was another beautiful day with a high of 93°. This unusual early heatwave will stick around at least for the next week.

    Going to the airport was always an exciting outing when I was a kid. In the old days before security you could walk out to the gates and even tour the airplanes on the ground. My best friend in high school’s father worked at JFK airport for Pan American Airways. His job was to drive out to the arriving airplanes from Europe, go aboard and remove the liquor kits from the first class galley. He would then take them to the U.S. Cutoms area where the unopened bottles were sealed in the liquor kits and returned to a Pan American. We used to ride around in his step van on the weekends and have an opportunity to sit in the cockpits of the 707 and DC-8 aircraft.

    In those days traveling on an airplane was a treat. Passengers in those days dressed up to fly on an airplane. Men wore suits, ties, and hats. Woman wore dresses, heels, gloves, and hats. Flying in those old piston engine propeller airplanes was not as nice as flying in jets today. They were noisy and there was constant vibration from the propellers. They flew no higher than the mid 20,000 ft. where there is more turbulence and they flew no faster than 300 kts. Flights took about twice as long as on modern jets today.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We had quite a hot day today. It got to the mid 70’s. Our two day heatwave will be over tomorrow when we go down to the low 60’s, typical weather for this time of year.

      I remember walking through the terminal at Logan. The airport consisted of low, wooden buildings. The observation decks on the roofs were fairly low as the buildings were one story. I love going to the airport.

      My first plane ride was in a prop. It was a small plane flying from Hyannis to Boston. Inside, the walk to the seats was an incline. I was close to the front and could watch the pilot. We flew along the coast. It was a beautiful ride.

      I remember flights to Europe with no people in the middle rows of 5 seats. I used to go to one of the rows, lift up the arms rests, stretch out and go to sleep.

      Flights used to be more exclusive. There were fewer airlines and flights were expensive. It was an event to fly so people dressed up. Now, some people look ridiculous in the outfits they’ve chosen to wear.

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