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Count me as one who has not forgotten the magic of flight. I can never understand why anyone would pass up a window seat, even for the admittedly more convenient aisle seat.
Several weeks ago, I was winging from San Jose to Chicago via Southwest, and was thrilled when three different times another plane passed us going west, in clear view of my window perch. I had never seen this before, and was amazed at how fast the other planes came into view and were by us.
Later, on approach to MDW, we slowly descended into a rather thick cloud cover. It was almost like submerging in a submarine.
I understand the physics of flight quite well, but my eyes still can't believe they're seeing a large jet lift off of the ground and climb through the clouds.
(I also enjoy the obscure music references, having been quite the young punk in the early 80s!)
