3/1/2023 0 Comments Key west airport![]() ![]() Lines snake everywhere no one meets your eyes when you need help. To arrive two hours before departures, I left my house at least four hours and usually five before boarding time. Now those were - and are - airports to hate. My “home” airports used to be ORD, MKE, DCA, IAD, EWR and LGA. Or when the security lines extend out the doors and the departure gate is packed cheek-by-jowl. Or when my flights are grounded for an hour because there’s a flash of lightning a few miles away. Or because there’s construction on the runway. Or when my flights into EYW are canceled because it’s too late, the lights are out and everyone has gone home. I like the Key West airport when they’ve lost my luggage for three days. Or Miami in less than 60, though why anyone would choose to fly through MIA instead of ATL is beyond my reckoning unless you’re going to Cuba or on some Caribbean vacation. I like the Key West airport because if I’m needing an off-island fix in the big world, I can be in that Atlanta behemoth in under 105 minutes. A lot of times those folks are friendly acquaintances from island life. I like the Key West airport because the folks who check me in are the same ones who scan my departure ticket and troubleshoot various stuff. Doesn’t matter anyway I can see both from one spot. I like the Key West airport because my luggage rolls around on carousel one within 20 minutes. In July when Ranger Ed and I were doing a bunch of flying in and out, we went from house to check-in, through security and in chairs at the departure gate in 30 minutes and change. In season when land-based traffic is its ugly self, I can get from my house to the airport parking lot in 15 minutes and often less than 10. I like the Key West airport because, when I am picking up guests, I don’t leave the house until I hear the plane overhead. I still hang out there for old times sake. A beach bar to welcome me home or send me back to the wilds of ‘Murica. ![]() Back in my smoking days, that was just heaven. ![]() And, that outdoor, sandy, foul cigarette-and-beer smelling smokers’ beach with the white plastic chairs? Oh my stars and garters. I’ve liked it since the first time I landed, stepped foot on the tarmac and smelled that wicked blend of sea salt, sargassum, jet fuel, sweat and, depending on the wind direction, French fries. (I’ve learned to scroll on by easier than having my head handed to me.) I’m mostly unwelcome on social media when I don’t fall in line with the “reasons to hate the Key West airport expansion” discussions. I’m usually the one at happy hour not carping about long waits in baggage claim. Sometimes I feel like a one-person marketing department for the Key West Airport. ![]()
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