Terminal B’s time is up.
There is little sentiment for the old terminal at Bradley Airport. Like the old Channel 30 building, it opened in 1952, and while still useful, it had deteriorated into a relic completely devoid of charm.
The last commercial flight pulled out of the gate Wednesday night. You will now find American Airlines in Terminal A.
My wife flew American to Dallas on Tuesday. She called me from Terminal B, and I mentioned this would be her last flight from there. No more depressing decor, worn carpet, torn vinyl seats, and leaky ceilings. No more cramped bar with a few stools and an old tube television.
She reminded me that this was where many of our great adventures, including our honeymoon, originated from. And once upon a time, the old Cloud Nine Lounge was a pretty hot place to hang out. She decided it called for a final cocktail at that cramped little bar. I told her to have one for me, too.
She came home early this morning. On American. To Terminal A.
It’s about time. I’m looking forward to originating so many more great adventures from there.