Yesterday, I had the opportunity to create a “half glass full” occasion.  My son and his girlfriend just returned from a (fantastic) trip to Lima.  The problem was that their flight was cancelled and so they had to rebook at the last minute.  Add to the story – they live in Lynchburg VA.

As my luck would have it, the best flight they could find took them through NYC to JFK Airport – with a five hour layover.  How could it be possible that I might miss an opportunity to hang with them?  Not me!  So, I invited them to lunch at the TWA Hotel.  Talk about a blast from the past!

I have distinct memories of the original TWA terminal.  Walking through those doors to the wide expanse of red everywhere is like going back in time.  I know that is the purpose – but it worked well for me.  Back in late high school/early college, going to the terminal to watch the planes come in was an actual activity and destination.

Of course, the “Twister Room” did not exist back then and you could not just go out to an aircraft waiting to serve you a drink on the tarmac.  But now you can.

And to top it all off, it was great to see my kids smiling faces -- and their many, many photos of sea lions and sand surfing.

Have you been to the TWA Hotel? I know . . . maybe a Gotham cocktail hour!