No fly zone
Arielle and Gus are in the midst of a daylong trip back home from visiting her grandparents in North Carolina. A day that started at 4 a.m. and, due to a 3 hour delay and then a cancelled flight in Detroit, shows no immediate sign of ending. Thanks Delta.
And thanks, U.S.A., for dumbly following the vapors of air travel to the point that we are left with no serious transcontinental alternatives. The death of the airline industry and resurgence in trains — if indeed we are still financially and socially capable of re-surging anything anymore — can’t come soon enough.