Flying

From a facebook discussion of flying:

I still fly maybe once a year. I hate it. For me all the problems come before I get on the plane. I hate undressing in public. I hate the porno scans. I have not had a really bad experience with TSA yet, but friends have, and I live in fear. I almost lost jewelry in the last rush to undress and dress at security. Once I am on the plane, I relax, though I usually fly into Hartford, which means an Embraer or Bombardier mini-plane.

I can remember flying Northwest Orient between Tokyo and Seoul when I was a kid. The pilot came out and chatted with us. Like us, he was from Minneapolis. The planes were big. They served meals. Flying was exciting and futuristic, rather than a depressing visit to a police state dystopia. It was never as nice as the Twentieth Century LImited between Chicago and New York, but you can't take a train from Japan to Korea.