What would I do without the written word to consume, its my required lifetime prescription drug for my sanity...
Thank you for reminding me why I don't fly anymore. It was not the flying, which I loved, it was the mind numbing before and after. I can still smell Hartsfield, and I haven't been there in over 20 years. After I quit business Flying, I spent the next 5 years dropping off and picking up my Lady twice a week. Eventually waiting outside in the car for her arrival rather than enter the mental vacuum that was Hartsfield. That alone was enough to extinguish our love. Of course, that was before the banning of long term terminal curb parking. The travel drove me to drink excessively, but never to the point of abusing my fellow concourse lemmings.
I simply can't imagine anything that would force me to suffer the inhuman passenger abuse by the Airlines and the Government, to go back on a commercial flight, to anywhere.
Thanks for the reminder my friend.
I can't ride elevators on Cruise Ships, they make me puke my 3am burritos.
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