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Flying’s Hidden Future?

Cue Frank Sinatra’s, “Come Fly With Me.”

As American airports struggle to keep up with the modern and innovative designs of its architectural counterparts in foreign nations from all around the world, it appears as if the golden era of flying from the days of Pan Am and sophistication at 35,000 feet could be the creative source for a 21st century return to luxury in the skies.

Well, at least for the space where we wait to get on the plane.

It’s time to experience a hidden, closed-off terminal of JFK Airport in New York City.

(Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

(Photo by Max Touhey)

The seats are spacious and the layout is visually appealing. The lines (interior and exterior) are cool with nice dimension and the vibe is simplistically calming. More splashes of sharp colors should be added, along with more backs to seats and the area should be gadget-friendly with the latest technological features, but the basic framework is there. Even in its current form, it’s a welcomed call back to the moment in American history when flying wasn’t inherently stressful or a tornado of chaos, rudeness and sloppiness. Just the sight of this environment inspires class and a promise of a great journey and exciting escape.

Unfortunately, this gem from the past is set to be re-purposed into a fancy hotel. That’s not surprising. But going to a terminal in an airport like the one shown above in a happy mood and not trying to merely complete the taxing task of going from Point A to Point B (with layovers in Point C and D) would be rejuvenating.

It would be a smooth, worldly ride, if you will.

The Shot Missed ‘Round the World

…after Lee Harvey Oswald rattled off multiple shots at the motorcade carrying Kennedy past the Texas School Book Depository, a Secret Service agent riding in a car immediately behind the presidential limousine grabbed his Colt AR-15 high-velocity rifle to return fire. 

But when his car stopped suddenly, the theory holds, Agent George Hickey lost his balance and accidentally discharged his weapon, sending a .223-caliber round rocketing into Kennedy’s head — the wound that later killed the 35th president.

This is an excerpt from an article posted this morning on NBC News online by NBC News Staff Writer Daniel Arkin. It summarizes the circumstance for the theory of the unknown shot that ultimately killed President John F. Kennedy in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963.

Question: Is it possible that a logical explanation could ever win over a conspiracy-enthused American public?

This is a fascinating query to contemplate, especially considering the legend and lore this mystery has sparked for the past fifty years. When the assassination of a U.S. president happens, as we learned with President Lincoln and John Wilkes Booth, there is an instant reaction to conclude that a grand scheme or motive influenced the tragic event. Devastation like this does not just happen, even if by accident.

But what if it did, in part?

The purpose of this post is not to declare that the aforementioned theory is correct, valid or the truth. The reason for posing the question above is simply to ponder whether or not the answer to the assassination of JFK, after all the angles, motives, facts and hypotheses have been scrutinized for five decades by experts and amateurs alike, was an international conspiracy or simply one of the the worst friendly fires in history and if either answer would be acceptable to the American people.

Will the juxtaposition of our analytical minds and wild imaginations permit such a mundane conclusion of accidental friendly fire or does it require a grander reveal?

Actually, the better question is, “doesn’t it deserve a grand reveal/answer?”

Unfortunately, former Agent George Hickey is dead, as is Lee Harvey Oswald. The opportunity for any last second disclosure is a virtual impossibility.

The frustrating reality is that someone has or had the answer to this mystery of monumental proportion tightly locked up inside their head and heart.

Regardless, the pulse of intrigue to discover the whole truth beats on nearly as strong today as it did when Walter Cronkite famously removed his black frame glasses fifty years ago to announce in a reserved shock that, “President Kennedy died at 1:00 p.m. central standard time.”

It’s an eerily surreal feeling. The bullet was fired from somewhere relatively close to President Kennedy’s motorcade and crowd of people. It was fired by someone, somewhere nearby, yet nobody definitively knows by who or specifically where this occurred?