By the time you read this column, I should be returned from a trip to Rapid City, S.D. As I write, I'm looking forward to the trip. I want to see Mount Rushmore, and South Dakota is on my "bucket list" of nine states I haven't yet visited.
And although it's not as comfortable as it used to be, I still love air travel. I like the bustle of an airport, with so many people heading off on new adventures. I love that butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling when the plane takes off from the runway. From the window seat, I enjoy looking down at the mountains, fields and cities below, and the feeling that I could reach out and touch the clouds.
Like everyone else, I have horror stories of lost luggage or a late arrival that had me sprinting through the airport to catch a connecting plane. Canceled flights left me stranded overnight in Dubai, Kansas City, and twice in Atlanta. With airlines charging large fees to check luggage, passengers now cram their carry-on bags into every nook and cranny of the cabin, giving you even less leg-and-elbow room than before.