Where has all the glamour gone?
My wife and I went to Las Vegas on Sunday – a little getaway for three nights before the summer’s over. We flew on Allegiant out of Bellingham, WA. The great thing about flying out of a tiny regional airport is that you get to walk on the tarmac to get on the plane. I’ve done this a couple of times, flying out of Grande Prairie, Alberta and Fort St. John, BC, but I’ve never had the chance to climb in the back end of a plane.
When I’ve walked down gangplanks in so many airports I’ve felt like I was getting on a bus. There’s no glamour in it. Walking on the tarmac reminds me of the long-gone days of the rich and fabulous jet-setting around the world. When I get into the plane all that glamour disappears, but for that one great moment I feel like I’ve been transported back a few decades.