Letters to the Editor
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takes me back to my childhood
This article takes me back to my childhood, before deregulation. I used to take the light rail line from my home to the Cleveland airport, cross through security without a ticket, and go up to the observation deck and watch planes land and take off. Posters of planes hung on the walls of my bedroom, including one of the Spirit of St. Louis. My fondest memories of being 10 or 12 are of trips to the Dayton Air force Museum and the Air and Space Smithsonian. I finally got to fly on one to a family vacation in Florida when I was 16 and it was everything I hoped it would be. I shot an entire roll of 110 film through the window.
Obviously, those days are gone. I have no idea if children of a certain age and temperament still view flying with the same awe.
One in a long while, on a long flight that isn't packed like a sardine can, I still feel that same wonder and awe. The next time I do, I'll think of Keillor's column.