|Chasing our contrail|
But for me more "intersections" exist. Below (bottom right) is the southern portion of Newfoundland. We are about to fly over Port Aux Basques where my father worked as a chief engineer on ships traversing to Nova Scotia. Around the corner is the Stephenvillle airport (CYJT) near the town of Robinsons. It's where my grandfather ran the trains of Newfoundland ("Newfie bullet") that no longer exist. This morning I experienced an intersection of three generations.
Another intersection is three dimensional modes of transportation. My grandfather worked a one dimensional mode, my father two and Captain Doug...three. Who knows my son may be employed in the fourth dimension of time.