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Embarrassing Dad at Airport

April 12, 2008

Here is a photo story from the other week. Johannes loves anything that’s got to do with airplanes and airports. Knowing that, I have suggested a few times that we go to Arlanda airport, north of Stockholm, just to stroll around and maybe take some photos. (I also knew he needed some time away from home, so he could train more on his injured foot.) He loved that idea. So, one late afternoon we finally went ahead with our plans.

It was a strange weather day. When we drove to the airport, something of a snow storm was brewing up. It got worse and worse. I told Johannes that it would be best not to expect to much (of the visibility). Although I knew he most of all wanted to see the take-offs and landings, he tried to keep a straight face. “Well, at least we can see the inside of the airport as we walk around,” he said. Bless his heart, I thought, but please God, give him a fun experience. He really needs it.

Ten minutes later we arrived at Arlanda. And I tell you, it was the strangest weather phenomena I ever laid my eyes on. All of a sudden the snow stopped. And the clouds dispersed. Well, not completely. Only around the airport. Facing us was Arlanda in a fish bowl; dark clouds were together creating a huge circle around the airport, leaving an open top of clear, blue skies. It was being in the eye of the storm; calm on the inside, but raging weather on the outside. Our jaws just dropped, and we both said simultaneously: “Cool!” And I just smiled. Thank you, God.

We walked around for about an hour in all the terminals. Johannes knows I am a frequent flyer, so he throws all these questions my way: “Have you flown that plane? Did you ever feel unsafe? Which is the best airline? Why do they spray orange stuff on the wings?” And I put on my teacher’s mantle and say: “Glad you should ask… let me tell you, son…”

After a while he gets tired in his bad leg. We stop and take this photo. Then we look at some planes coming up and down the runway (behind Johannes in the photo). However, we notice it’s getting darker. But it’s also clearing up outside the airport. So we decide to try to find the road that take us to the end of the runway, so we can get a better view of the take-offs.

After about ten minutes of driving we actually find it. This is the place. Now we just have to wait for a plane.

Here come the first one.

And the second one. We are standing right underneath them as they come. “This is soooo cool!” Johannes yells over the engine noise. “Yes, but also soooo cold!” I reply. I’d forgotten to bring my jacket. Not a smart thing with temperatures at freezing point.

“I have a great idea!” Johannes said. “Why don’t you take the blanket from trunk of the car to cover yourself with.” Good idea, I thought. So for the next twenty minutes, this is how I looked. (Don’t laugh… at least I was warm.)

We took a lot more photos. Some good. Some not so good. But it wasn’t the photos. It was just being together. And seeing Johannes laughing again and enjoying himself, that was worth more than anything.

But those sugary, dandy feelings were abruptly changed as a security car stopped by the side of the road, just behind ours. It struck me that perhaps we were trespassing or something, so shamefully I stroll to the officer’s car. He rolls down the window and explains that we are aloud to take photos, but not park on the side of the road. “Okay, sorry,” I reply. “We’ll make sure it won’t happen again.” Content he drove off.

Johannes said: “Dad, that’s so embarrassing. They’re gonna kick us out!” I responded: “No, it’s okay. Besides, it’s time to leave anyway.” Then we got in the car and drove toward home. But on the way, this particular road passed near the place where the planes landed – the opposite side of the runway. I asked Johannes if he wanted to see it. He gladly approved so I took him there, and stopped again by the side of the road.

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Then we see this plane coming right at us. “Oooo, I’ve gotta hurry and get this shot!” I said, jumping out of the car. “But you’re not allowed to stop here!” said Johannes. “What if that security car comes again?” Having my shot ready in my viewer (see above) I casually reply: “Oh, he’s probably miles away by now. Besides I’m done now. We can leave.” Just as I utter that last word, who comes pulling up behind our car? You guessed it: the security guy. This time I feel really ashamed, like a naughty school boy in front of an angry teacher.

Ready to receive my punishment I walk up to him again. The first thing that comes out of my mouth was: “Wow, you’re really fast! Ha, ha.” He didn’t think that was funny. You know how you sometimes wish you could read other people’s minds. Well, this time I sure as heck didn’t want to. Besides, I didn’t have to. It was written all over his face: What an idiot!

I said my apologies – again – and jumped in the car and drove off. Johannes wasn’t late to comment: “I can’t believe you did that!” Starting to laugh I said: “Yeah, I know… pretty stupid, huh?” Then I added: “Still… at least I got my shot.” Once more he mumbled something about his embarrassing dad, and what he was going to tell mom, etc, etc. That set me off laughing even more – and soon he joined me. “But you have to admit,” I said, “that was a fun adventure we had?” “Yeah, dad… that was fun. Really fun.”

Once in a while, maybe embarrassing fathers aren’t so bad after all.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. Emma permalink
    September 12, 2008 03:09

    Hej!

    Hittade bloggen idag. Vi hjärtebarn är visst ganska lika… Jag har läst någonstans att din äldsta son har något medfött hjärtfel och har opererats för det. Jag har också ett medfött hjärtfel (förträngning i aorta + ett litet klaffel som inte behöver opereras).

    När jag var 7 år så slog ni igenom med Diggi-Loo, då bodde jag i Ö-vik och åkte 1 gång/år till Umeå universitets sjukhus för att få mitt hjärta kontrollerat. Jag var ett av de barn som de testade ultraljudet på när det kom till Sverige, er musik hjälpte mig att stå ut de där många timmarna med “hårgele” på magen och 10 läkare som diskuterade skuggor på en tråkig TV…

    När jag var 9,5 år så opererades jag på Uppsala Akademiska Sjukhus som på den tiden var ledande i Sverige på barn-kardiologiska operationer. Jag kan berätta allt om hur det känns att åka in i “torktumlaren”, genomleva en kateterisering, vara en levande “champagnekork” och en massa andra fasor som ni och Johannes säkert delar med mig och mina föräldrar.

    Nu har jag fyllt 30 år och jobbar som flygledare i tornet på Arlanda. Jag tänkte att det kanske kan vara lite kul och uppmuntrande för er att veta att flygintresserade hjärtebarn kan klara sig ganska bra i livet trots allt… Och ifall det går att passa ihop scheman etc kanske jag kan visa er tornet från insidan någon dag – fast där får du inte fota så mycket förstås…

    /Emma – flygledare och gammalt hjärtebarn…

  2. April 22, 2008 11:14

    Louis,

    I just discovered your blog today. Not haven’t read everything yet, I just have to leave you a comment and tell you I really appreciate your entries and the beautiful photos.

    My dad used to fly small airplanes and this story made me remember all good times. You seem to have a wonderful family and your love for them shines through in your pictures and journaling.
    I’m looking forward to reading more about your perspective on life and other interesting things you have listed.

    I wish you and your family a spring full of blessings and love.

    Emilia

  3. April 16, 2008 19:21

    ….lese BLOGGEN din skulle det selvfølgelig være….🙂

  4. April 15, 2008 22:50

    He he, gutter er gutter🙂 Det virker i alle fall som dere hadde noen spennende timer sammen. Alltid koselig å lese loggen din Louis, og av og til får du meg til å tenke litt også🙂 Dessuten…flotte bilder som alltid!!!!

    Klem fra Lena i Kongsvinger

  5. Marlene Christiansen permalink
    April 13, 2008 23:52

    Dear Louis

    At first I want to say, that I really love to read your weblog…and I thank you for sharing your daily life and thoughts with us all…good or bad stories…they always make me stop and think about life…bringing tears to my eyes…or a smile on my face…or just that loving warm feeling inside…

    THANK YOU….

    And this story reminds me of my own childhood. My family and I often went to a grillbar near Kastrup airport to see the planes land and take off. I still go there sometimes with my nephews or friends…(haven´t got children of my own yet…) I REALLY HATE FLYING….SOOO SCARED EVERYTIME…uh…but I´m SOO amazed to see theese huge planes take off…so I can relate to Johannes´ excitement about aeroplanes…!

    Anyway…glad that things are better now…it´s nice to see him smile…

    AGAIN…THANK YOU…

    Love Marlene

  6. Lene Klamer permalink
    April 13, 2008 10:08

    What a wonderful day you guys must have had! So great to see Johannes smiling:-) Daddy was probably a big smile too! There is always a little boy hidden in the man, so I bet you enjoyed the aeroplane noice and the take offs, just as much as Johannes did!
    Give the little man a big hug from DK
    ~Lene

  7. April 12, 2008 14:06

    HI LOUIS THANK YOU FOR THE PHOTO STORY FROM ARLANDA AIR PORT. WHEN I AND MY BOYFRIEND VISIT MY PARENTS IN THE TOWN CALL BREDSTEN IT IS 10 TO 11 KM FROM THE CITY CALL VEJLE, WE SEE AIRPLANES ON THE WAY TO BILLUND AIRPORT. IN BILLUND THE IS LEGOLAND YOU AND JOHANNES SHOULD VISIT IT.IN BILLUND YOU CAN CAME UP IN A AIR PLAN AND CAME OUT AND FLY SO YOU CAN SEE BILLUND FROM THE AIR. IT IS GOOD TO SEE JOHANNES SMILE AND YOU TOO MY FRIEND.I SEE IN MY KALENDER THAT YOUR DAUGHTER CLARA VIKTORIA HAS BIRTHSDAY TOMORROW THE 13 APRIL SO I WILL SAY HAPPY BIRTHSDAY TO HER GIVE HER A BIG HUG FROM ME AND JOHANNES AND ISAK TOO. PEOPLE SAY THAT MY LAYER CAKES ARE GOOD WHEN I HAVE BIRTHSDAY AS I HAVE THE 17 MAJ 1970 I WILL BE GLAD IF YOU AND YOUR BROTHERS WILL REMBER ME BECAUSE I ALLWAYS THINK OF YOU WHEN YOU HAVE BIRTHDAY THE 3 NOVEMBER AND YOUR BROTHER RICHARD HAVE BIRTHSDAY THE 19 AUGUST AND YOUR BROTHER PER HAVE BIRTHSDAY THE 9 AUGUST. LOVE FROM LENE MARIE HØGH DENMARK

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