That Old Familiar Sound
That Old Familiar Sound
I happen to live in Indianapolis on the five mile final to runways 22 at Indianapolis International (Wier Cook) Airport.
As I was fiddling in the front yard, working on a continuing joint project of my grandsons and I which they call Fort Cardell, a name they created from the first letters of their front names. I had a bunch of cedar stockade fence donated to me by a neighbor. When the last visited they put to work stacking it around the fort so they could have some 'security'. The wind kept blowing it down so I am busy storing it for a future project (cedar lasts forever, nearly). I attached a railing at the gutter line and am pinning the palings so they'll STORE orderly and the kids will still have their fence.
Anyway, I heard the familiar throb of round engines, two of them, coming from the north. As the aircraft approached I could see it was a DC-3 and as it passed over I could read DELTA AIRLINES painted along its glistening fuselage. The aircraft was making a right turn-in to the airport and its landing gear was scissoring downward out of the nacelles.
I surmised, since, ahem, I am worldly and knowledgeable about such things, that it was returning from Oshkosh's EAA Convention and making a fuel stop at our airport on its way back to Atlanta.
Several years ago I saw a Delta DC-3 at Oshkosh. If you were lucky enough to go aboard (and I wasn't) you had to wear special slippers to keep from soiling the interior with common shoes.
It is a gorgeous restoration. I can't say this is the same aircraft but you can interpolate. I wished I'd had some kids around to tell them that was the first airliner type that I ever saw, back in 1937. You see, I am not only worldly, I am OLD. Enjoy . . . . . .
I happen to live in Indianapolis on the five mile final to runways 22 at Indianapolis International (Wier Cook) Airport.
As I was fiddling in the front yard, working on a continuing joint project of my grandsons and I which they call Fort Cardell, a name they created from the first letters of their front names. I had a bunch of cedar stockade fence donated to me by a neighbor. When the last visited they put to work stacking it around the fort so they could have some 'security'. The wind kept blowing it down so I am busy storing it for a future project (cedar lasts forever, nearly). I attached a railing at the gutter line and am pinning the palings so they'll STORE orderly and the kids will still have their fence.
Anyway, I heard the familiar throb of round engines, two of them, coming from the north. As the aircraft approached I could see it was a DC-3 and as it passed over I could read DELTA AIRLINES painted along its glistening fuselage. The aircraft was making a right turn-in to the airport and its landing gear was scissoring downward out of the nacelles.
I surmised, since, ahem, I am worldly and knowledgeable about such things, that it was returning from Oshkosh's EAA Convention and making a fuel stop at our airport on its way back to Atlanta.
Several years ago I saw a Delta DC-3 at Oshkosh. If you were lucky enough to go aboard (and I wasn't) you had to wear special slippers to keep from soiling the interior with common shoes.
It is a gorgeous restoration. I can't say this is the same aircraft but you can interpolate. I wished I'd had some kids around to tell them that was the first airliner type that I ever saw, back in 1937. You see, I am not only worldly, I am OLD. Enjoy . . . . . .
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