17 Jun Blimps from the underside in North End Halifax

Last week, I featured Ask-a-Pilot Patrick Smith’s reminiscence of pubescent adventures sneaking into the cockpits of planes waiting at Boston’s Logan Airport. I mentioned my own tired and emotional encounter with a Goodyear Blimp and its generously tolerant night watchman.

“It was a little  different in Nova Scotia, at least where I grew up,” writes Cliff White:

Once in junior high, just as lunch break was ending, several blimps appeared. The bell rang, but some of us ignored it, just so we could watch this rare sight a bit longer. Amazingly for that time and that place, we weren’t strapped. But were all given detentions.

We were, of course, all lower class kids being taught to obey authority.

Fortunately, in Cliff’s case, the lesson never took.