Tag: airplanes

Blue Angels Tear Across Baltimore Skies During Practice Flights on Thursday

Blue Angels Fly Over San Francisco/Courtesy of Blue Angels
Blue Angels above San Francisco/Courtesy of Blue Angels

Many here in the city were surprised to hear and see a handful of F/A-18 Hornet fighter jets flying overhead this afternoon.

Out of Africa: The Baltimore-Kampala Express



The writer and her daughter on their African adventure.
The writer and her daughter on their Adventure in Africa.

“Think of the long trip home.”
Elizabeth Bishop, Questions of Travel

For almost all of my twenties and thirties I resided in Austin, Texas; my widowed mother lived 2,000 miles away in our ancestral home outside Asbury Park, New Jersey. Game to the last, she visited often, particularly after her grandsons appeared on the scene.

She would come out of the baggage claim with her roller bag and tote, a Carlton 100 clamped between her lips, and after a quick kiss I would inquire, “How was your trip?”

For my mother, the reply to this question was no routine nicety. “Tough,” she might pronounce, sucking on the skinny white cigarette smoked in the car despite all protests. Then she would dive into the account with relish, exuding the triumphant yet embittered air of a field marshal summarizing a battle won after many reversals.

As her visit proceeded, others would politely pose the same question, and she would tell her tale again and again. Certain words would float toward me over the hum of conversation at a party or bar — runway, turbulence, layover.

Later, when I moved to Pennsylvania, she could get almost as much of a nail-biter out of her three-hour drive on the turnpike, fraught as it was with overturned tractor-trailers, inexplicable jams at Bethlehem or Pottsville, mysterious aberrations in the operation of E-Z Pass.

Well, the only pursuit more delightful than recalling one’s mother’s quirks is re-enacting them. I find myself adopting so many of the questionable habits of lost loved ones these days, from my father’s bellowing and name-calling, to my grandmother’s bottomless dish of Hershey’s Kisses, to my first husband’s weakness for synthetic codeine. An odd sort of memorial, but a memorial nonetheless, and in that light I present this logistics-only account of a recent trip to Uganda with my mother’s namesake, my daughter Jane. We flew there the day after Christmas to visit our friends, Jim and Steve, a writer and a medical researcher, who are based in Kampala for a year.

The Time a Plane Half-Crashed at BWI — And No One Died

Photo via the NTSB
Photo of damage via the NTSB

(Warning:  If you’ve got a fear of flying, you may as well stop reading now.) The scary images from the plane that crash landed in San Francisco earlier this week reminded some of a similar disaster that took place at BWI in 2009, when World Airways flight 8535 smashed into the runway with 168 passengers on board.

Birds Wage War on Airplanes at BWI, with Damaging Effects


You might have thought that the war between airplanes and birds was long over. But a new report reveals that it rages on at BWI Thurgood Marshall Airport. The Washington Post counted over 900 instances since 2000 of birds striking airplanes at BWI. In over fifty cases, the birds have actually damaged the aircraft.