Can I tell you something?
I love to fly. Or I used to at any rate. I’m old enough to remember when flying in an airplane was an uncommon, thrill-inducing, and even awe-inspiring experience. It was a form of travel that smacked of status and wealth and privilege, and people who did it had a sense of occasion. Women wore dresses with coats and gloves, men wore suits with hats, and children wore whatever embarrassing matching outfits their mother insisted they wear. Seats were wide and comfortable with ample leg room and there were no annoying safety belts to wrinkle your clothes. Or prevent you from hurtling into the bulkhead. With the exception of take-off and landing, passengers moved freely about the cabin, or lounged in the aforementioned comfy seats, talking, reading Life magazine, drinking cocktails, and smoking cigarettes, cigars, and pipes.