Flushing Airport

Its hard to find things in New York City which are actually and truly cool. What kinds of things are genuinely cool? In this name-​dropping, get-​it-​for-​me-​yesterday, velvet-​rope, waiting-​list, glam-​o-​polis? They’re very few and far between. But Flushing Airport is definitely one of them. In classic New York style; its utterly forgotten about. New York doesn’t understand ghosts. Folks, this is an abandoned airfield. In Queens. Right across from LaGuardia and Rikers. Men once flew Pipers and Cessnas from this tiny little flyspec of an airstrip. It closed due to water-​logging and because of a bad aircraft tragedy years ago. And now it just sits here, abandoned, awesome as hell; and no one thinks twice about it. Restricted, unused. Open, undeveloped land in New York. Eerie! Look at these pictures – can you stand it? Crumbling hangars and cracked, flooded runways. Piles of machinery. Creaking, groaning buildings and shattered windows. Overgrown with weeds and bulrushes and rusting equipment and memories. Authenticity. How does no one ever remark on this strange treasure? How can you live in the area and not even regard it with wonder? But the neighborhood’s residents are apparently oblivious; and the city government can come up with no new ideas for the site except to re-​zone it as commercial land. Or at least, try to. For cripe’s sakes – if a BLIMP COMPANY wants to make it their landing pad; LET THEM. How phenomenally cool would it be to see blimps circling over New York again? There should be blimps in the air every day in our skies. Let them land here! Let’s have some magic back in this stupid, boorish, uptight, post ⁹⁄₁₁ age!