Travel notes
: So I’m in Aspen to attend an Aspen Institute session on journalism; more on that later. A few travel notes:
: Hadn’t seen this before: Whenever the cockpit door was opened on my United flight, two stewardesses went up front; they wheeled the meal cart in front of the aisle to block it; one stewardess opened the door; the other rode shotgun on the cart. She just stared down the aisle. All that stood between us and doom should some insane Islamofascists decide to attack is a stewardess and a lunch cart. Weird.
: Also weird: As the guy in the next seat finished reading each of many newspapers and magazines, he tore them up. Looked normal otherwise. Had to be some method to the madness. Maybe he runs newsstands and hates people sharing publications.
: Got on the puddle-jumper to Aspen and we were introduced to our pilot, Bob. Hmmm. Pilot Bob. Doesn’t instill confidence.
