The Airline Industry, Following Detroit Down the Tube
It’s 200 miles from Washington to New York. A high-speed, Bullet-train, at 200mph, would make the trip, city-center to city-center in something approaching an hour and twenty minutes (figuring the get-up-to-speed and the slow-down times).
Well, the poor dears—they’re all going broke.
Jammed into my five-abreast seating, legs going to sleep, un-fed and un-watered as a cow being shipped to slaughter, I’m supposed to give a damn. $500 to Prague from Chicago and twice that from Chicago to Seattle, both tickets on the same airline. How does that make any sense? I sit between fellow-sufferers who may have paid half (or twice) what I did. We each get the same screaming child three rows down, no matter the price of the ticket and who can blame the poor kid? I would scream as well, but an air-marshall might drag me off when we finally land.
This is the misery we have come to call plane-travel. Pardon me all to hell if I don’t shed a tear at the impending demise of various airlines. USAir is tryi…