Notes from a plane trip post September 11, 2001:
Flying is a strangely quiet experience now. With only ticketed passengers allowed through security, the boarding gates are positively ghostlike.
No more balloons saying “Welcome home, college graduate” held proudly aloft by smiling parents. No more little children asking over and over, “Is daddy’s plane here yet”. No more final whispered conversations between lovers about to part. Just quiet people sitting quietly.
A man behind me talks on the phone to his girlfriend, relating the horror of trying to get through the huge security line. Even as he complains he keeps