This
Country Smells Funny
(or
What Planet Did I Just Land On?)
By
Deborah (Goss) Turner (BA 80)
After
a long flight through a seemingly endless night, the Lufthansa
plane landed, slowed with a powerful reverse thrust of its engines,
and finally pulled to a stop in front of the terminal at JFK
Airport. Knowing I was nearly free of this flying metal tube,
I gathered up my books, puzzles, games, and assorted wedges
of German cheese, stuffed them into my overnight bag—which Mom
always made sure we had “just in case”— and stepped into the
aisle behind my dad. I could hardly wait to scamper down the
plane steps and touch real American soil.
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