I hear you on JFK. I remember getting up at 4a.m. walking to the bus stop in freezing rain, in the dark, pulling my bags, in uniform and heading in for a 6am ready. Those days are over.

Yeah i don't miss those days. walking down Lefferts blvd. dragging my bags across that damn bridge to get on the reliable air train at station B for a 5 or 6 am ready. ohh and the best part was the night before going to sleep at the majestic crashpads with your 5 other bunk mates who snore like damn freight trains. and to top it all off there doing the visual to 13L.

So lets recap, i got 5 freight trains in my 15x15 room and damn 74's over head at probably 500ft. wow i miss that!!

on a positive note i did like the pizza port and the mexican food from the chinese place.