This is not the photograph I wish I had taken. I was in Snowmass for the Aspen Jazz Festival, Labor Day weekend. Crossing from Aspen to Snowmass we drove by the airport. Several evenings, past Gulfstreams and other private jets gleaming in the moonlight. More tailfins than you could count.
The point being, these weren’t Cessnas or twin-engine Bonanzas or even Lear jets. These were miniature passenger jets, parked higgledy-piggedly at both ends of the airport runway. The point being, wealth in abundance, overflowing the confines of their taxpayer funded playpen, for all to see, and only see.
This picture was taken at the weekend’s close, when the most of the jetset had flown.
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