There’s a similar thing with air travel, except everyone is an idiot.

Once upon a time, air travel was something to look forward to. Now it is simply a means to an end to get from one physical place to another in our strangely interconnected world.

I hate it.

But I also write to you as I am on an aluminum tube in the sky. Second trip since probably 2018. Like I said, I hate it.

Most of the creatures one encounters at the airport &  inside the plane are simply not impressive people.

They might be nice, but remember the First of O’Leary’s Laws: “Nice is not a virtue.”

Remnants of the coronamania are also everywhere. Roughly 10% of the passengers still wear the stupid masks (and probably think they help with protecting them from some virus or another).

No airline magazines available … at all. Not that these rags were good, but it used to be “part of the deal” to at least peruse these periodicals.

Alas, we can’t have nice things — or even crappy, used-to-be-normal things. The spirit of the age, indeed.

Nevertheless, my noise-canceling headphones are on, yet I still hear the cacophony of a half-dozen ( +/- ) languages through the peace of Goldberg Variations in my ears.

I do miss my people already — my family, mainly — while the “plane people” and the airport people are just not my people.

My people are: my family (and friends), the folks in my Inner Sphere program, and the members in good standing within the Tom Woods School of Life.

I’m on my way to meet many of the School of Life people for the first time, in person, this weekend.

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As always,

Brian