Oh the struggles they had to get airlines to serve Dulles. Going to Florida, having to change planes in the Florida panhandle was an intersting Southern Airways DC-9 trip, but not particularly an efficient use of time. National reigned supreme!
But hey, the Concorde era at Dulles was a sight to behold. To be able to go outside on the viewing mezzanine, right there under the tower at the main terminal and to be able to almost touch the craft as it passed by on the taxiway headed for the runway, and then hear and see it power up for a takeoff, run the length of the runway making you wonder if it was ever going to get off the ground, and then up it went. Wow!
And of course, the unforgettable Transpo '72 weekend, ending it shear tragedy. Three crashes, 3 pilots/participants killed. A pilot in a sport plane race clips another racer and crashes to earth. A guy in a hang glider, sort of a "kiteman" is pulled by a car down the runway only to have his craft fail and he crashes to the runway. And then, an Air Force F-4E Thunderbird pilot in a vertical maneuver, has his plane flame out. The plane stalls, then floats and flutters to earth like a kid's paper airplane, crashing into a spectacular fireball. The crowd is stunned, then cheered when they see the parachute open and believe the pilot will survive. Then, the sad truth is learned. He lands directly into the fireball and perishes.
I'm not sure there's ever been another Thunderbird/Blue Angels show at Dulles. The FedEx plane pulls are nice events, but ...!