Nothing Finer than Living in North Caroliner

Nothing Finer than Living in North Caroliner
Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Day 40 - The Blimp and Highjackers

We live near Daytona Beach so yesterday was the final day of the Daytona 500. We also live a stone's throw away from the Palm Coast Airport. The Goodyear Blimp uses this airport to land all week while it is here to get aerial television shots of the race. Subsequently it goes directly over our house every night and every morning the entire week before the race.  The sound is unique, I know when it's here.  The low rumbling of the engine like a lion roar, you can actually feel it in your body. And because it's slow, the rumbling lasts over five minutes when it is close. I've seen it before being a former NFL ticket holder, but it's different when it's so close that you can feel it.  Saturday night before the race, I had laid down to sleep and the rumbling became louder and louder.  I realized that the blimp was directly over our house!  I got up and sure enough it had just passed our house and I watched it continue its decent to the airport.


The local airport is infamous for being the place in which Muhammed Atta and other 9/11 highjackers were trained to take off in a plane. They were asked if they wanted to learn how to land to which they replied, "We don't need to learn that."  How strange, somebody's antenna in flight training should have tuned into these odd statements.  In hindsight only now do we know why they said that as they were training to run into the Twin Towers, Pentagon and the White House on September 11, 2001.

The restaurant at this airport serves the best wings.  It's a slow wait but the food ultimately makes you forget about it [the wait].  Or as New Yorkers say, "Forgeeeettttt about it."  I wonder what the relatives of the Americans killed in the 9/11 attacks and the NYFD responders would say about the name of the restaurant.  The name is Highjackers. The owners of the restaurant were planning on opening on or about 9/11 2001.  When the pilots highjacked and flew their planes into our NY buildings, they collectively made a decision to keep the name to show the International world that nobody would tell them as Americans what to do.  They write about this decision on their menu.


There is a Kabalarian Philosophy that states there is power in a name.  They explain that as humans, this separates us from animals (or in the case of 9/11 - monsters). "The one thing which separates human beings from the animal kingdom is [the] human mind, which has the ability to reason on a conscious level. The link between human intelligence, mind, language, and the order of the letters in the alphabet is the key to measuring human mind and solving the major problem of mental discord and imbalance.....The power of a name and its value has long been immortalized in prose, poetry, and religious ceremony. Everyone recognizes himself or herself by name. The question is: how does a name influence a person's character? Let us consider what a name is. It is the grouping of several letters of an alphabet, or other symbols, which represent the identification of a person or an object."

I feel like the name Highjackers was maintained to show the character of "we are strong because nobody is going to tell us what to do."  To the family of all the victims who died as result of the Highjackers I feel that apologies are in order.  There are so many ways to show good character than to have maintained that name.  I'm hoping that the New York Times will pick up this blog and suggestions can be made that I will personally deliver to Highjackers for a new name, a better name, one that shows a better character.

I'm not sure keeping the original name was the right thing to do.  Maybe it was right for them but what about all the New Yorkers who lost loved ones in this tragedy?  They don't know but I wonder what they would say if they did know.  Would they ask them to rename the place and give them their suggestions?.  I'd personally like to see the name changed to something like The Phoenix, Wings of Angels, Never Again or Forget This! Or maybe because it's the place where the Goodyear Blimp usually docks, A Betteryear.  Or maybe Not Your Fast Diner (NYFD), where wings are on fire! Or I wonder if they would just say with the New York accent, "Forgettttt about it."

 Name is a fence and within it you are nameless.  ~Samuli Paronen

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