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May 17, 2016

In the country I grew up in, you got on an airplane by walking up these funny little steps with wheels on them.


Then you sat down.That’s all you did. I know, I know: You don’t believe this. It’s true. You just walked on.
Further, the stewardesses were not merely civil but — so help me — friendly and pretty. Flying was actually enjoyable. The seats were big enough that you didn’t sit with your knees beside your ears and your feet in your pockets. Today, getting aboard is like going into max security at some ghastly penitentiary. I once flew a bit around the old Soviet Union, as distinct from our new one, on a junket. Security was less oppressive, though the food was marginally worse unless you liked green chicken. The service was just as peremptory. | Fred On Everything

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Brings to mind the Wendy's commercials, with the gray-skirted fat Russian stewardesses. "Is Spring Fashion..."

I actually stayed in a 5 star hotel in Russia that was nicely appointed. The people are friendly, and yet the vibe of the city of Saint Petersburg, as I've mentioned before, is spooky, to say the least. It goes not only to their current culture, but the demonic past of Soviet times. Not to mention that siege in the early Forties.

We're not there, yet. When we go full apocalypse, I get the feeling it'll be of an order far worse. The fall is more precipitous, and the contemporary culture here more wimpy. No cities for me.

Posted by: Casey Klahn [TypeKey Profile Page] at May 17, 2016 9:02 AM

First plane I ever rode in, yeah plane not jet, was a taildragger DC3 from Fort Myers to Coral Gables over the Everglades, circa 1974. Walked in the back and then uphill to my seat, which looked like the seats in a school bus - dark brown vinyl. The heavily worn seatbelt had a broken buckle so that fine as bone china stewardess stretched it out and tied it in a knot around my waist. Low and slow, I could see everything, it was great. Low enough I could jump right out if necessary. Hey, I was on my way to basic training at Ft Knox, age 19, and then to Ft Benning for jump school after ait at Ft Leonard Wood. Life is crazy when you're young and dumb.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at May 17, 2016 3:04 PM

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