Fear of…
: I have not flown since before Sept. 11.
Yes, seeing two jets vaporize a few hundred yards over your head has something to do with that… everything to do with that.
I’ve been afraid of flying.
But I’m flying tomorrow, going to Syracuse to speak to the new New Media masters program at Syracuse University and I’m looking forward to that.
But I’m not looking forward to the flight.
The airlines didn’t make it any easier. It was the first time in a year and half that I tried to give them money and they made it hell (I’ll spare you the details).
I want to crawl back into my foxhole.
: It’s going to snow. Hmmm. I don’t know what I think of that. A weekend in Syracuse….
: Read Ken Layne’s comment:
:You’ll be fine. I wasn’t real hot to fly again, either, but ended up going cross-country on damned American about six weeks later. Made a fun (and useful!) little game for myself. It’s called “How Would I Kill a Hijacker?” A broken wine bottle makes a fine weapon, and I’ve always got a wine bottle on the tray. The laptop is a good, solid smashing device. And the seat cushions would make fine box-cutter shields. With some luck, you could also repeatedly smash the bastard’s skull with the overhead bin doors.
