When I was a kid, I dreamed about flying. But, I never had the opportunity. My mother was afraid to get on a plane and, therefore, I would never be allowed to fly as a child.
When my Aunt Mary was invited to a conference with former President Carter, she thought of taking me along for the experience. Sadly, the trip involved air travel and, therefore, the meeting with Carter was ferschmoyled.
When I eventually got to take my first flight as a college student visiting Edinburgh Scotland (and later to London), I was ecstatic.
Over the years, I have flown across the USA, Europe and Asia and enjoyed every mile. Until, 9/11 changed everything.
I can get used to paying $7 for a box filled with junk food instead of the sumptuous meals I used to eat when flying. I can get used to travelling without toothpaste and cologne, buying what I need for the trip upon landing because terrorists may have exploding toothpaste.
What I can’t stand is oversold flights where people are packed in like sardines and there is so much luggage that the pilot has to burn off fuel to make the plane light enough to take off. I think flying should be a pleasure, not a chore.