D=RT

My joy in flight is childlike. I board a plane in New York City. I sit and watch VH1 Classic, Mythbusters and two episodes of Band of Brothers. I get off the plane. Now I’m in Southern California, surrounded by desert, mountains, palm trees, oddly vivid sunlight and hot, dry air that makes me sweat only if I move. None of that stuff is in New York! That’s a neat trick.