Thank you for the…vivid…reminder that I am glad I will never get on an airplane again.
I have only been on one twice. 40 years ago. It wasn’t quite this lunatic, but I knew I was gonna be anxious as hell, so I made sure I was adequately stoned first. I had my Walkman, I listened to mix I’d made of Van Cliburn playing the Tchaikovsky 1st, Rachmaninoff 2nd, and some Rachmaninoff solo pieces. There were only 2 seats/side of the plane then. I ignored the person beside me, and everyone and everything and keyed into the music. Eyes shut most of the time.
