Planespotting

I love watching airplanes. During the summer, I sit outside and read the morning paper, and I watch airplanes heading west to Philly International. Since our house is directly above the approaching flight path, they are close enough to identify by airline--although sometimes all I see is the belly of the plane.

When I'm driving on I-95, I spot the planes landing. With amazing precision, they line up, taking their turn, with about two or three minutes between them. I don't think about the passengers much--I just like the planes.