I live in Canarsie Brooklyn, and my biggest memories of Concorde is the spectacular takeoffs and landings, and (LOL) the Belt Parkway coming to a dead stop for people to look up and watch the spectacular bird . The first time I heard her was in my friends Howard Beach garage, them afterburners echoing of the buildings and walls, the loudest damn thing I ever heard. I often loved to drive to my Late Aunts Rockaway apartment and watch from her porch on the 16th floor which over looks JFK airport. Now I live in New Jersey and I used to see her daily coming over the Atlantic Highlands where I work. After the Air France crash, I miss watching Concorde after being grounded. As a Limo driver, a job I love because I am big plane watcher I always looked foward to the early morning JFK trips to watch the splendid bird. I hope Concorde to return to the Brooklyn Skies soon!

--Sonic Boomer