Jul 31, 2014 03:46PM ● Published by Dia
It’s 6:28 a.m. on a soon-to-be hot Texas summer morning, and I’m sitting on the back patio enjoying a silent cup of coffee. My dog, Sparky, is also in the yard. At home or in the office, he is never far from my side, and this morning we are enjoying our usual routine. School is out, and it’s silent, except for the chirping birds and the occasional neighboring air conditioner already working more than it should. It seems even the pesky mosquitos aren’t awake yet. Scratch that last thought — literally.
I sit and sip waiting as part of my experiment and, unfortunately, I don’t have to wait long. Just five minutes in, I hear the first roar of an airplane overhead. Before the day is done, most of you, Sparky and I will hear more planes than we care to count. Except for the outer edges of my day, I’m mostly numb to the hum above, but this morning I’m anxious to hear how many jet engines will interrupt this letter before it is complete. I like Southlake. I want to type faster.
As a former traveling executive regularly flying out of Newark Liberty, being in close proximity to the airport was something I could only dream about. From my home in Mahwah, New Jersey, I had a 37-mile, traffic-laden, three-hour journey to the airport.
Here I sit this morning, just a 15-minute cab ride away from DFW Airport, with no parking or shuttle bus to contend with. Ten years in Southlake, and I’m still not sure how much it costs to park at DFW. And I’m not going to bother looking it up either,. because I can transport my whole family to our vacation vessel and back in true comfort for far less effort and cost than a week’s parking.
The convenience of air travel has opened up the world to all of us. With the proximity in which we all sit, the next destination is closer now than ever before. Unfortunately, so are those jet engines. From now through October, three runways at our neighboring airport will have temporarily closed for regular maintenance, potentially causing new air traffic patterns over our homes. It all has me wondering if we will be hearing even more noise in the months to come.
Well, there goes another plane, but I’m not letting it bother me. I don’t have the time — my flight leaves in less than two hours, and I have yet to pack.
Yours in Southlake Style,