Seeing the new MSY on takeoff...
I've written a couple more pieces at the crossroads of the old and new Louis Armstrong International.
One, for Popula, about looking for water in the Anthropocene.
A second, for our local newspaper The Advocate, in which I try to counterbalance the more snide criticisms of this new airport in progress.
There's something about this hinge point that endlessly fascinates me: so much energy and precision funneled into the creation of the new terminal, while the managed chaos and ramshackle operations of ordinary air travel—gritty and indecorous—proceed every day, across the runway.
Normal air travel at the old MSY.
