![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve spent my whole career hanging around airports waiting on a delayed flight or having made the mad dash to the airport and missed that elusive earlier flight. The Wright Brothers, who were the first to fly in 1903 probably never imagined having to take your shoes off to board the Wright Flyer outside of Kitty Hawk. It all seemed so glamorous when I was a kid. The last time I flew, I was sitting across from a guy who farted and pretended nothing happened. We’re not even making the bare minimum effort folks. I can’t imagine seeing my Grandmother in yoga pants or my grandfather in a Budweiser t-shirt standing at the gate. In those pics my grandparents, who only drove to the airport to pick us up, were also dressed to the nines. ![]() I don’t remember most of it, but I’ve seen the pictures. ![]() I remember the first time I flew, I was probably 3, my mom put me in a sporty red blazer and clip-on tie and shellacked my cowlick hair down with, well, mom spit. I’m old enough that I can remember when I was a real little kid, people used to dress up to fly. I have to admit, due to the pandemic, I hadn’t flown in quite a while. As it turns out I’ve also spent a little time in airports and airplanes recently as well… I am on record as admitting I chose the career of the itinerant sales guy. I took a little time away from B&V to recharge the musical batteries. “I like pleasure spiked with pain, and music is my aeroplane…” – Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Aeroplane” ![]()
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