I had the privilege of sitting in Jamaica Bay on my whitehall boat at the right time to watch the final flights of the Concorde into and from JFK. These included the final inbound and outbound commercial flights and the final arrival when she was deadheaded in to become a static exhibit at the Intrepid museum.

Every time she went over, she deserved the nickname we gave her: The dinosaur. No other plane sounded like her.

One time, I arrived from Albany and one was sitting at British Air's arrival terminal. I was amazed at how small she was in person compared to the mass transit planes around her.