My mother worked for Trans World Airlines her entire career.
I’ve never lost the awe of flight. The idea that I can be somewhere in the morning and somewhere else in the afternoon is still exciting. Day trips are an active conceptual art project built inside that awe.
Last Friday I took a day trip to NYC to visit a customer experiencing some issues with the rollout of a mobile app we’re making at work.
Getting up early makes me feel like I’m getting over on the world.
I prefer the aisle to the window, so as to increase my utility in the event of an onboard incident. But there’s no accounting for upgrades and I sit where the system seats me. Moreover, the window allows for photographs.
There’s nothing you can do to convince me that LaGuardia Airport isn’t great.
Traveling by taxi to Manhattan is never not fun.
I spent a couple hours onsite on Broadway listening to people talk about software. I love it.
By afternoon, on a summer Friday, it became time to leave, with objectives achieved. Like my own personal Frank O’Hara, I get sushi from Whole Foods, metal chair in shade Bryant Park.
Stroll to the MOMA past Sephora no more Olivetti showroom things change I’m fine with it.
Coffee at Blue Bottle then rideshare to LGA with telephonic work convo.
Blue Line home
Cycle the 606 to sunset, hundreds of miles away from where I was in daylight.
