In the process of deconstructing my mother Willy Jump’s residence of over 30 years, of which she no longer has any recollection, I snapped these two images as I looked over her seventeenth floor veranda at JFK- a locus for much of our shared memories and dreams.
The Ghost of Pan Am http://t.co/SMKim4PXVk
RT @FadingAd: The Ghost of Pan Am http://t.co/SMKim4PXVk