I am happily hanging out at la gward-ee-a aero-porto. One of my regular stomping grounds. I am a fracking expert at surviving modern travel. Everyone will tell you it sucks, and there is little doubt that the "nice" has been slowly excised from the process.
Winfield believes strongly in not whining about crap you can't effect. Air travel is one of those things. I EMBRACE the horror. I observe the pitiful human condition. I survive to fly another day.
Flash back to.... Late 80's, early 90's. Walk into a waiting lounge. Walk down the aisle. What did you see??????
Books! Lots of books! Guys with Ludlum and Grisham, chicks with Conroy and Steel. No cell phones. Very few laptops. Books and papers and magazines....
Tonight? Out of about 50 people, 4 papers, 5 magazines. 5 books. Guess what the other 36 were doing?
I am sure you won the gold star.
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