Two Amazing Days
Flying used to be exciting but now, half-a-century after my maiden flight, I sometimes question why I put myself through the gauntlet of an airport. Wouldn’t it be more fun to drive and pick my route? Wouldn’t it be better to pick where and what I want to eat? Instead, I submit myself to confining my elbows close to my sides, struggling to lift that pretzel to my mouth without disturbing the stranger next to me. This flight would be…