The Only Way to Fly

I've long refused to travel during the holidays, a stance that makes even more sense in this era of rampant junk touching. I might change my mind, however, if modern air travel bore any faint resemblance to what's on offer in the Khrushchev-era Aeroflot commercial above. Dancing flight attendants in futuristic pink mini-skirts and white go-go boots? Free hand cream and wine? Yes and yes.

Okay, granted, the reality probably didn't live up to the Madison AvenueTretyakovsky Proyezd ideal. The flight attendants were probably surly, the pilots drunk. Still sounds better than having to fly Delta out of LaGuardia on the day before Thanksgiving.

Have a tremendous holiday, and see you back here in a few days.