It feels un-American. When I think of America, I think of everything that is done well and right. I am happy when I purchase something with the label “Made in America,” because I know it is a quality item. But, I just don’t think that Wilbur and Orville Wright imagined that their flying machines would transport people in this way. My flight yesterday was very safe, very uneventful, and got me from one coast to another. (It wasn’t comforting though while I was waiting for my flight to watch on the overhead TV how a passenger was reduced to tears and how an employee assaulted another passenger.) I couldn’t help but think the way I got to the other coast was just un-American. I paid over $500 to sit in a VERY tight seat next to a stranger who had to sit in the middle of three seats. Since he had even less room, he needed to use the arm rests, but the area was so tight that his arm extended into the side of my body. Yes, a total stranger had his elbow into my side. The woman at the window lowered her window shade, and so my only light to read and needlepoint was at one angle where my neck quickly became knotted. My legs had to do gymnastics if I dropped anything, which I did frequently because the tray table was so tight. I got a hot cup of tea as my beverage and had to juggle the cup’s contents with my book, dinner, and needlepoint with turbulence. Whenever people walked by or the flight attendants pushed a cart, there was little room for error to not bump my arm with hot tea. I won’t even go into the logistics of going to the bathroom while suffering from severe OCD after tons of strangers have visited the very same bathroom. And, like I just said, this was a good flight. It just is un-American.
There has got to be a better way. So last night I decided that one of my goals is to find alternatives to traditional methods of flying. Are you with me? I am an accountant in my 50’s with zero engineering abilities, but I am gong to put together a team to help us find some answers on how to fly better. I am going to take my love of Superman and his ability to get wherever he wants, without any frequent flyer points, and on his own. We should be able to fly on our own. I ask again; are you with me?