I love NY

I was introduced to NYC pretty early in my life. My mom grew up in Jackson Heights, and her parents still lived there until I was 9, so I got to visit quite often. One of the more memorable parts of the NYC visits was the arrival at LaGuardia airport. It was one of the original airports to only allow ticketed passengers past security (I remember seeing my grandparents waiting at the top of the ramp), and there was a great big sign on the side of the runway: Welcome to New York, with a big red apple in the middle. Every time I land at LaGuardia and see that sign, I remember the visits as a kid.

A couple of weeks ago, returning from a day trip to Boston, our approach took us across Connecticut, Westchester, Long Island, the Bronx and then right across Manhattan and Central Park, aiming straight for Newark, before we made a hard left turn around Canal street and headed across to Brooklyn and Queens before circling and landing on runway 31 at LaGuardia (flight track here). That hard left over lower Manhattan left me with a great view out the window, that I’m happy to be able to share with all of you:

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Seth Miller

I'm Seth, also known as the Wandering Aramean. I was bit by the travel bug 30 years ago and there's no sign of a cure. I fly ~200,000 miles annually; these are my stories. You can connect with me on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn.