“We were the children of white flight, the first generation to grow up in postwar American suburbs. By the time the ’60s rolled around, many of us, the gay ones especially, were eager to make a U-turn and fly back the other way. Whether or not the city was obsolete, we couldn’t imagine our personal futures in any other form. The street and the skyline signified to us what the lawn and the highway signified to our parents: a place to breathe free.” WayFirstsChildrenFormTurnsGrowsParentWhiteCitiesGrowing UpImagineGenerationsStreetsGayBreatheFlightHighwaysObsoleteSuburbsLawnsSkylines Author:Herbert Muschamp
“Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?” FirstsMayStillsSongSkyColorSpringWingsSpeedFlightSouthernChillBlastHueBluebird Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
“And most of these pilots were lost during the first five flights.” FirstsLostFiveFlightPilots Author:Adolf Galland
“This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.” FirstsHumansCountrySpiritSidesPerfectAirFlowerLateSummerEnglandStealingShouldersFlightHeatAutumnLeafsSpyAugustCloaksNew EnglandSummertimeSummer DaysRipeningSummer SunSummer GardenSummer InspirationalLeaves And FlowersLate Summer Author:Sarah Orne Jewett