I arrived in Calgary from Whitehorse in 1982. The Whitehorse - TopicsExpress



          

I arrived in Calgary from Whitehorse in 1982. The Whitehorse airport was tiny, cold--only a linoleum room with a mechanical miniature helicopter beneath an acrylic dome. People moving, people in transit, people leaving, people arriving. A tiny mint-hued room with two vending machines, a helicopter circling at the drop of a coin under the control of snotty silly fat fingers. Every visit to the airport changed me, changed my life. Every initiation in the Arctic and sub-Arctic of Canada begins and ends with at the airport.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 01:04:52 +0000

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