Convergence Zone
Remember the first time your parents put you on a plane by yourself? It was just about the coolest thing ever, wasn’t it? And yet, a few hundred thousand frequent flyer miles later, the thrill is gone and you accept the experience of air travel for what it is: red-eyes, center seats, rotgut Chardonnay, and Ben Affleck movies. It only takes one instance of being stuck on a snowed-in runway in Omaha to have all the wonder of the skies sucked out of you.
By Sheri Quirt | July 18, 2006
