This is Masters Week in the CSRA.
It is difficult to explain what it is like living in the influence of this event….but that is a good thing. Blogging buddy Jenny Wright sums it up pretty good here.
Jelly knows what to do to make her dad happy…pimento cheese sandwich…$1.50.
This is the fourth year in a row that one of our daughters went with the same friend….an official tradition. (Second year in a row I did not go) Lots of stories over the years and if you care to read them, just put “Masters” into my search box.
Leslie Claire & Elissa, ready to head out.
But, the reason for this post….
Twice most days, I drive by the Aiken Municipal Airport, (KAIK). I noticed this past week that there seemed to a lot more corporate jets there than in previous years. It was then I remembered that it was probably a result of the recently installed ILS, (Instrument Landing System).
A section of the parking lot at KAIK
This morning, I had some errands to run and I detoured over by the airport and pulled in a parking lot right at the treshold of the primary runway and watched the planes land. It reminded me of when I was a very young boy and my father and I would go over to KEWR and pull on the grass, watch the planes and eat chips and drink soda. Back in the early 1960’s, it was a relatively small airport, not the city it is today. I remember the Super Constellation was the big plane of the day.
Some days, after the airport, we would go over to Port Newark and walk among the big cargo ships…literally on the docks, stepping over the huge ropes that hold the ships in place. I am pretty sure one could not get that close today….
Those were some of the cool things my dad did with me…simple, but I remember them almost fifty years later.
Looks like a Hawker 800 (?) taking off behind a parked Cessna 525 this morning
Landing in Aiken, on their way to Saturday in Augusta.
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Talking about fathers, sandwiches, and simple memories – I used to go fishing with my father just about every Sunday on our boat. There was always the ritual of making the food for our trip which amounted to hard salami on fresh bialys with sharp deli mustard. Wrapped in waxed paper, we would stick them in a brown bag with a bottle of water. He used to call them “seasick pills” – if someone looked like they were starting to get sick, he would unwrap one these stinky puppies under their nose and lean them over the railing. This way their breakfast would land outside of the boat instead of inside. They would feel a whole lot better and my father got to eat the sandwich. All this was nearly 50 years ago – never forgotten…
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My perfect lunch…I still remember a place in Brooklyn that we used to get the best Salami and pepperoni sandwiches….but with Yoohoo’s…also 50 years or so ago.
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Jim brings a pimento cheese sandwich from Augusta National to me every year too!
🙂
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My dad used to love “pickle and pimento loaf” yickkkkk! 😉
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I agree.
I remember that as a kid. ….but pimento cheese is ambrosia.
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