Flight Plan
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Coming back from the South,
my plane made a majestic approach to the City, flying in a straight arrow
path. First the water's edge and a long ribbon of beach in south Brooklyn,
then I could make out Prospect Park, and the Williamsburgh tower that was
sixteen floors of dentists' offices.
Next the harbor and lower
Manhattan. We flew so low that I could pick favorite landmarks, as if looking
at an architect's model. I saw the undistinguished geometric mural two blocks
from my building as we passed over NoHo, then the deco peak of Chrysler
building and the Park.
Then we turned east, over
the water and then down to the short landing strip that seemed to allow
for no margin of error. I marveled at the expanse and the complexity, so
orderly looking from the air and so much more complicated down below.