On a Flight, ‘I’m Blissfully, Hermetically Out of Reach’
Travel Blog • Jim Benning • 02.20.07 | 1:52 PM ET
Air travel is getting some terrible press these days, but flying isn’t all bad, especially when your plane actually takes off with you on it. Writes Michael Shapiro in an essay in Sunday’s San Francisco Chronicle: “On the surface, spending hours in the middle of a cramped, poorly ventilated, germ-circulating metal cylinder has little appeal. But after boxing out my fellow passengers to secure some carry-on space, I shoehorn into my window seat and a sublime sense of relaxation slides over me. For the next six hours (if I’m flying across the country), no one can touch me. I can’t be reached via cell phone (and thankfully no one else can either), nor can I be pinged by e-mail (on most flights). I’m blissfully, hermetically out of reach, a feeling I used to have traveling to the remote corners of the globe.”
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Jim Benning is the editor and co-founder of World Hum.
Helen 02.20.07 | 6:35 PM ET
That’s so great, I adore traveling!
TambourineMan 02.20.07 | 11:10 PM ET
I couldn’t disagree more with Michael, but a nice essay.
I wonder if he’d enjoy being a “hermetically out of reach” hostage on the JFK tarmac?