I've blogged about the old terminal at Wilkes-Barre/Scranton International Airport before. Long story short. As a kid, it was an occasional Sunday afternoon destination with the family. It was a burger, or apple pie with ice cream in the restaurant. Then, a trip upstairs to the observation deck to watch arrivals and departures. Mom, Dad, my brother, my sister, and I. There was always a Sunday drive somewhere. Yes, there were days when airports actually encouraged you to watch what was happening on the runway. And yes, I understand the need for contemporary security.
The building has outlived its usefulness, and it's time for it to go. I get that. It still makes me sad.
I was bringing my father home from a medical appointment at the Veterans Association Medical Center in Plains Township Wednesday morning. I made a little detour to swing through the airport to show my father an up close look at the demolition he had seen on Newswatch 16 the night before. We talked a little bit about those Sundays, probably 45 years ago.
Even though the site is destined to become a parking lot, I will always see that old terminal in my mind.
