Well, God help me, but duty calls, and I’m getting on this airplane – Flight 611, no less. I’m guessing right here that: a) security will be ferocious, and b) there’ll be room to stretch my legs on this flight.
I daresay I’ll also be the only one on the plane who’s not checking a bag – which is a bit of a circus feat these days. I see tooth powder returning to fashion, along with shaving soap. (Those blasted terrorists, they’ve sent us straight back to the 19th century!)
Anyway, if I’m immolated on Monday, or thrown into a secret jail by the TSA on account of my tooth powder, I’ll at least have left this post as a memorial. I’ll catch you all on the other side of the Styx.
the best is when there’s two or three empy seats somewhere in my vicinity. i just move there, lift up the armrests, and take a nap. no one says anything, and it’s the absolutely best way to fly.
Sal, you’ll have to report back to us about your experience. Will you be able to tell if anyone else on the flight has the same awareness as you do? Will the flight crew acknowledge it? (I expect not, but I wonder if a noticebly solemn mood will be evident.)
Flights probably will not be quite as empty as some would imagine, but that would be mostly due to attention-span problems (“Honey, just for what date did I reserve that flight to L.A.? I just remember it was a really cheap fare.”) and folks like the OP who are on business. But I would give myself plenty extra time to get through security. And worry about having any further pieces of the Big Dig come undone while on the way there and render me sendable as a flat envelope.
Myself, I’m doing a two-day wonder to Boston one week later (go there Sun. pm, return Tue. pm, spend almost every minute in between at meetings at Hahvahd); I’ll be more worried about the traffic, to be honest.
