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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