Unrelated Admission:
I am uncomfortable on airplanes. I am well aware that my fear of flying is irrational, but that does me no good. I didn’t fly until I was 24 years old. I find the only thing that helps me get through flying is at least 4 stiff drinks and half a valium. That’s how I flew last time. I only like Jetblue at the moment. Southwest planes look older. Like maybe there are still ashtrays embedded in the armrests. That doesn’t help my confidence. I read a really good quote from someone, I can’t remember where, but this guy is talking about his aversion to flying, and he says that every time that he gets off an airplane alive it feels like a botched suicide attempt. I couldn’t have said it better.
I work a block away from the NYSE. Sometimes I eat my lunch on the steps next to that big, gaudy american flag they have draped over the building. There are usually SWAT looking guys with semi-automatic weapons hanging out with bomb sniffing dogs. I try not to stare at them for too long.











