Rage Against the (Flying) Machine

While there’s talk of airlines offering wi-fi Internet access on airplanes, it’s probably best if I don’t post while actually in the air. Profanity isn’t our friend.
<>The truth is, I travel like most cats do, which is to say I curl up, make a lot of vicious noises, don’t want to be touched, and pray for it to end.

Flying Brings Us Closer Together.

It’s possible I don’t like flyiing because it brings me into close contact with humanity as a whole, and I’ve discovered that my opinion of humanity is often inversely proportional to my exposure to it.

Then there are airline terminals, which – let’s face it - were designed to make you want to risk your life on an airplane. Alert Underground Reader Teerex says Hell was recently remodeled to make it even more sadistic using the lessons learned from airline terminals. I don’t doubt it for a second.

Once airborne, you’re alloted less space than your average veal calf, and force fed movies that were so pathetic they couldn’t even rise above the very low standard needed to succeed in today’s movie theaters.

Airline food’s too easy a target to bother with, though I can say from grim personal experience that it’s no better the second time you taste it, which – if you’re prone to airsickness, and your plane flies into a storm cloud before going into a holding pattern – can happen.

Actually it did happen, but I’m simply not going to describe it here. It’s a family blog.

Want to see where unhappy flying memories are stored?

The Day After

A day after the fact, my memories of the flight itself have faded considerably (putting truth to the statement that human brain forgets pain very quickly), and I’m now writing this from a beautiful remote corner of Maine. Grand Lake Stream is a tiny town (and getting tinier – now only 120 year round souls) surrounded by good fishing water.

The remnants of a hurricane are working their way up the East Coast, and dark, ominous clouds are starting to roll in right now (Sunday evening). That could make for a wet couple of days, but since I’m not made of Alka Seltzer, I expect to fish a least enough to hold up my end of an Internet fly fishing blog.

Right now, it’s time for a bite and chance to relax with the L&T Nancy. Expect more tomorrow – and maybe even a few pictures once I get some upload issues resolved. See you in Maine, Tom Chandler.

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