I flew back from Chicago today and when not freaking out, spent time focusing on the wings / clouds and how sort of magnificent they were. Then these dumb words ‘we have nothing to fear but planes themselves‘ got trapped in my brain, and I kept thinking those. Then I decided I should probably, definitely write a smarmy how to book about how to deal with flying anxiety, and thought about that for a while. Then I suddenly kept thinking to myself, man cannot live by corndogs alone.
….or CAN he?