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My dear
neighbor John actually volunteered to give me a ride to the airporter at
4:45am, and while waiting for the airport bus I struck up a conversation with
an attractive man who was off to Greece to visit his entertainer girlfriend and
a fascinating, intelligent and charismatic older woman--we all decided to meet
at Denny’s on our return for a grand slam breakfast.
The flight
from SFO to Newark was an exercise in compression. We flew in United's new
737s, which, if it can be believed, are even tighter than the old crates we
flew in before. I got jammed in the middle between a former geologist who was
on his way to Stuttgart to research a book he was writing about Porsche motorcars and a young
woman who slept the entire way.
A four-hour
layover in Newark, but I was lucky this time—I got all my flights, though those
first- and business-class seats that were available in the first few months of
my travel are a distant dream. United has tightened up considerably, and the
flights now are booked to the max; I consider myself fortunate that a few
undesirable seats remain for employees and folks like me.
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