I took a plane from Newark to St. Louis on an Embraer EMB-145, operated by EXPRESSJET AIRLINES INC. doing business as United Express.
What I saw: the lights of a small, midwestern American city from way up high. The streets were made three-dimensional by the interplay of streetlights and mist, spread like a great glowing tentacled beast, clutching the contours of the earth.
What I wore: Chinese-made Australian boots (coated in an authentic coating of fine horse-show dust), James jeans with stretch that I like to wear on planes, new navy embroidered peasant blouse (made in India), no makeup, scowl.
|Geo Washington Bridge|
What I did beforehand: used Google maps to drive to Newark Liberty International Airport and for once did not get lost in New Jersey.
Who went with me: 37 strangers and crew.
|All anyone does anymore in airports is look at their phones|
How I got tickets: online, from United Airlines.
Why: family obligations
Where I sat: 3D
Things that were sad: after I had packed, but before I left, I was sitting in the kitchen thinking about what I might have forgotten, and I was suddenly struck with an inexplicable feeling of sadness.
Things that were funny: my car’s navigation system announced the GWB as the “Geo Washington bridge,” rhyming “geo” with “Rio.”
Things that were not funny: the bro-guys drinking beer in the Earl of Sandwich in the A Terminal of Newark Liberty Airport comparing notes on why they’re voting for Trump.
What it is: about a two-hour flight
|I take this photo almost every time I fly|
Who should see it: people who like turbulence, folks for whom a palm-sized bag of “Asian Snack Mix” is adequate for dinner, anyone who can sleep sitting up.
What I heard on the way home: Google Maps pronounces “Ladue” as “LAWD-way.”